Another Day to Laugh and Love

My dear Humoristian hooligans,

You have a reason to live today. A purpose. You woke up this morning with another day to be alive and to love, and to create healing laughter for those around you. Today may you share the laughter that puts things in perspective. May you learn what you need to learn from your mistakes ( ahem… I mean… on the off-off-chance you should make any),  and may they bring you a good laugh afterwards. May you be open to the bountiful, over-flowing love and joy that surrounds you.

You deserve to be here.

-Karen Molenaar Terrell, The Great Goof

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“Laugh when you can, and especially at yourself…”

My dear Humoristian hooligans –

As another day begins in the western hemisphere of Planet Earth, may you find yourself eager to greet the new day – ready to face every challenge, to laugh in the face of danger (and non-danger, too – just, basically, laugh whenever the opportunity presents itself and it’s not inappropriate – well, I guess even sometimes when it IS inappropriate… never mind… just laugh when you can, and especially at yourself), and may you feel hope in your heart at what the future holds. You are alive, my hooligan friends. You are loved. Spread the joy. Spread the hope. You deserve all the good you experience today.

-Karen Wingoof

Arise go forth and conquer


Friday Night Think Tank: Let’s Go Poll Dancing

A very serious and weighty presidential poll here. Mostly. I mean… okay, not at all… but still….

The Return of the Modern Philosopher

Friday Night Think Tank: Let's Go Poll Dancing! | The Return of the Modern PhilosopherHey, guys!  It’s Friday night.  How y’all doing?  If the week kicked your ass, I hope you at least got in a few good swings of your own.

Obviously, this isn’t Austin.  He’s still “broken” or whatnot.  Not really sure what that means, but he’s crazy moody as it is, and now he’s brooding up on the roof with the Gargoyle with no plans to write tonight’s post.

I’m Cassie, one of the blog interns.  You’ve never heard of me since Austin doesn’t bother to learn our names, but he might’ve referred to me in posts as “the intern with long black hair and a nose ring”.

Before he fled to the roof to wrestle with his inner demons, he told me what he’d planned to write about in his Think Tank post.  I figured he wouldn’t mind my taking over the blog to write a post on that topic…

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Blow ye winds, blow!

“…Wishing you all a day of interesting adventures and cool new wirds.”

Adventures of the Madcap Christian Scientist

My dear Humoristian hooligans,

We have got us some gusts here. Yesiree, bub, it is bellowing. Internet’s down. I am thumbing on my cellphone…which means this post is going to take a week or two to write. There will be grammatical mistakes and possible words that I didn’t bint …hah…right on cue…intend to write. But the good news is that my phone is adding a lotto…livid…lot of new words to my visit…dictionary…here.  It is entertaining to teach my phone new words like “bub” and “yesiree” and together we even created a new word just now: bint. Whuch…(yeah, just made that one up, too) …that actually might be a great assignment for my high school students – create your own words.

Wishing you all a day of interesting adventures and cool new wirds. May you be easily entertained. And may you know kindness and love.



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Unleash the Kazoos!

Dear Humoristian hooligans:

The world is in desperate need of a good laugh. As enlistees in the Humoristian militia I exhort you to utilize the full arsenal of guffaws at your disposal. Yes, my friends, it is time to bring out the Groucho glasses, the Who’s-On-First shtick, Monty Python’s swallows and the machine that goes ping. It is time to (pause for dramatic effect) unleash the kazoos! Your mission? To keep a wave of laughter circling the globe 24-7. May the farce be with you.

– Karen Wingoof


– photo by Gangaa, taken in Khentii Aimag

Dear Hilary Clinton,

Dear Hilary Clinton,

So the Democratic party is supposed to be the party of the people, right? It’s supposed to be the party that helps the disenfranchised find their franchisement; the forgotten be seen; the humble be raised up, the hopeless find hope. And so what I’m wondering is – well, how  do the Democratic party’s super delegates fit into this whole shebang? You have now acquired a hefty chunk of delegates who do not represent the will of the American people, but of the elite in your political party. And… how do you feel about this? I mean… do you find it all kind of awkward?

Just wondering.

Karen Wingoof, Boomer for Bernie

Boomers for Bernie