How can we untangle this mess? With there being so much in the world that needs addressing, here is an essay on the state of our global society this March 2009 as seen by me and those with whom I have discussed the situation. Our planet is in the grip of something overwhelming and dangerous, but still the media makes it all ...
Is America Profiting from the Miseries of the Homeless? A first hand look at one of America's Bum Factories As a growing population, the homeless worldwide are totaling over 4.5 million of which 3.5 million reside on the streets of the United States. These men, women and children of America's homeless, are becoming our new s...
The Boatswain The three-mast clipper; Margaret Kay lay at berth on Sunday the day before her departure for England. That morning the crew began to assemble on her weather deck. All the rough-hewed men from all over Massachusetts came to outfit this merchant trader. They were motley and an undeserving lot, but then again so w...
The Lack of Government Accountability, is it an easy way to steal America's money? Are we really in a depression here in America? The stock market keeps sliding downward and the news is foreboding when the subject is our nation's economy. We are in the worse financial crisis since the 1930's. We are on the edge of absolute c...
The Hot Rains of Sumatra I The H.M.S. Dolphin It was a cold and foggy morning that January 23, 1869 as I stood outside the Naval Hospital and Infirmary in Liverpool, England. I was one of twenty such reporters who had come from all over England to get a story from Captain Jonathan Teague. The nip in the air had not discourag...
The Wild Dogs in the Night It was pitch dark, the moon had not risen. There was a great thrashing about in the trees in the forest ahead. I was having trouble walking and finding the road because of the darkness. I almost fell into a ditch along the road several times. But I managed to keep my footing on this desolate road. ...
The Fat Cat There was a yellow cat, who had a great smile, I watched that fat cat for a long, long while. Its purrs I could hear across the warm living room, as it lay curled up by the old corn broom. In fits and turns that cat seemed to dream, about cat things or mice or other cat schemes. With my cup in hand I watched from...
The Tragic Lost I feel like I am suffocating, under water or behind a thick piece of glass, impenetrable, closed, and forbidden from the breath of the world. Lost under the sea and with out a moment's relief, always swept into the currents of the vast seas. My mind swaying to and fro on an endless pendulum, a struggle for th...
The Chinese Monkey Trap: How Chinese Out Sourcing Could Destroy America I learned a shocking truth the other day. Is this a big secret or a joke? I am not sure what it is, but it is scary, and disheartening, so you better sit down for this one. Everything is made in China! Turn it over and discover what's on that label on th...
On This Fourth of July How lost are we to know this day not, to think of it in any way which is not of the American Revolution, to forget the struggle there. The memory of the immense hardship, pain, and worry, that was diced amongst the soldiers who secured the freedom of a fledgling nation, whose agonies survive only in sc...
Thomas Emmon Pisano
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