Category: Non Fiction

Hey man, I wonder what’s at the botttom of the gene pool?

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Non Fiction, Short Stories27 Comments
Photographs captured from Facebook

I know, I need to quit harping about how stupid people are, but every time I try, they go and do something even more idiotic. Like the rash of asshats lately in our National parks. A few weeks ago, some dude tried to pet a bison…on the face. Another couple grabs a baby bison from the side of the road and shoves it into their vehicle because they thought it was lost and yet another drunk-ass moron tried to pick a fight with a bison right in the middle of the road. Last week, I read about an incident where these two bull elk were fighting each other and about fifty people gathered around them to take pictures. After the battle, one elk walks away from the fight and these dingbats just keep standing there clicking their cell phones. I’ll tell you, they got a pretty good picture as that elk tossed one of those brain dead morons a couple of yards. The most recent escapade was these two numb nuts that get off the path and walk up to an active geyser and lean over the opening so they could take a picture of the inside. They got arrested for trespassing, which is much better than they deserve…my vote would have been to let them get steamed alive when it erupted. But even the actions of these brain dead morons didn’t even come close to the level of stupidity I saw in the comments of one of the digital newspapers reporting it. Check out what this idiot had to say about it.
“So you’re telling me that now I can’t even go wherever I want in my State Park, yay for freedom.”
Seriously?

Play it Again Sam

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Non Fiction, Short Stories19 Comments

Music’s always been part of my coping mechanism in life. My family could tell my mood by the songs I played. If I’d had a good day, you would hear Simon and Garfunkel, Steely Dan, Jethro Tull or The Beatles coming out from under the door. A more melancholy me would sit in the dark and listen to Pink Floyd, Jackson Browne, America or the Eagles.
One night my son wanted to borrow the car. I heard my wife tell him, “You better not go in there son, he’s playing Cat Stevens. My son called his friend for a ride.

All Aboard…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Non Fiction, Short Stories15 Comments


It made no difference if it was a family vacation or headed to the grocery store, my mother would plan it out to the smallest detail, barking out instruction that would make any Drill Sergeant proud, while my dad checked the tires and looked under the hood. Seating arrangements created to resolve sibling conflict; snack strategically placed within her reach.
“Anyone need to go to the bathroom?”
“Everybody have their purses, money, comb?”
“Last chance because once we start moving, we aint stopping.”
After about fifteen minutes into the trip, “Shoot Arlie, I think I left the coffee pot on.”

September 11th…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Non Fiction, Short Stories4 Comments

The 18th anniversary of the day our hearts became stone and we let the actions of a few, as horrific as they were, make us forget that we are America. A great nation built on the promise that all men are created equal. Our founding fathers had no need to say “all people regardless of race, sex, age, disability, national origin, religion, sexual orientation, or other protected characteristic”.
It’s time that we let love and peace replace hate and mistrust and adopt the motto of ‘The Great Ones’, Bill and Ted, “Be excellent to each other” and “Party on dudes!”

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Clotheslines…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Non Fiction, Short Stories12 Comments


Old people complain nowadays about how social media takes away a person’s privacy. They say that nothing is sacred or secret anymore. It’s too easy for anybody to voice their opinions by simply touching their finger to the glass screens of their artificial lives. As my mother would always tell us, “You don’t air your dirty laundry in public.”
But back in the day, if I farted on one side of town, she knew about it before the smell had faded away. And what is less secret than having your underwear flapping around in the wind for everybody to see.