Russell Throckmorton


I don’t want a cheerleader

This rant will be short. There is a song called called “Cheerleader” by OMI.  Everytime I hear it, I develop a nervous twitch and grit my teeth.   In the chorus the artist describes his girlfriend as his “cheerleader”.  The verses describing how his girlfriend does everything for him makes me throw my hands up and…

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In The Name of Authenticity

I am flawed. Last week I drove right into our first big snow storm.  It took me four hours to get to work.  My family was with me because we needed to stop by our attorney’s office to get documents signed. The roads were horrible and I was quickly losing my patience.  I gave a…

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Bare Feet

     I don’t like feet.  No, I hate feet.  I especially hate my feet.  I don’t wear sandals or walk around in bare feet because I am ashamed of my ugly feet.  After over a decade in the infantry, my feet have been beaten up.  I have a sixth toe on my right foot….

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