Author: Todd Long

Several years back I vowed to never again waste even a quick doodle on the foulness of politicos. Nevertheless, election years do happen, and the neverending slur of political BS kicks into a frenzy, and then the pencil hits the ye olde drawring pad, so I will waste just a FEW seconds to rejoin an age old tradition of skewering those inveterate few that will make our headlines burst with enough ranting and politicking to burn blackness into the soul…..

Here we go again…throw some more scat into the election year cauldron…. Dubya is looking to bust out hardcore Kennedy-style into the “infinite &

Iowa 2004 is in the books, write that one down. And out of the dust and haze of a few trampled cornfields all that

This freakish ghost has nothing else to wear But some cheap crown he picked up at a fair Grotesquely perched atop his bony corpse.

I don’t know what’s gonna happen man, but I wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames… – Jim Morrison

Today the sunlight tickles the land for but a moment. Winter Solstice has always been my New Year, a day of reflection and renewal,

…..and up from the ground came a bubblin’ crude…. It’s oil that feeds the need and runs the machine – all the machines. Our

This afternoon I was beating brush along one of the more bacteria-laden creeks in the city. Mostly I was scoping out the carp and

The signs of spring….

This was taken outside earlier  a large metal “e” that I mounted to the back stoop. The “e” was once part of a huge

Looking toward the Porters Creek watershed from along The Boulevard trail: The higher elevation spruce-fir forests of the Smoky Mountains have been slowly decimated