Crash Test Dummies

A BLOG BY BRAD ROBERTS

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JUST OUTSIDE MY DOOR, NYC - spring has sprung. these are out-door luncheorers. and they are oblivious to my undercover tactics. am i scum? yes. watch your asses, new yorkers. anything you look like may be held against you. xo

JUST OUTSIDE MY DOOR, NYC - spring has sprung. these are out-door luncheorers. and they are oblivious to my undercover tactics. am i scum? yes. watch your asses, new yorkers. anything you look like may be held against you. xo

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JUST OUTSIDE MY DOOR, NYC - “Window Shopping”  - next time i’ll shoot a gay man’s sex shop window. have to give all the sexes a fair shake.

JUST OUTSIDE MY DOOR, NYC - “Window Shopping”  - next time i’ll shoot a gay man’s sex shop window. have to give all the sexes a fair shake.

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victusinveritas: Today is Famine Remembrance Day in Ireland.So, in commemoration of the Great Hunger, and all the other famines that swept the land…I leave you with this image of Bridget O’Donnel. The Sketch of a Woman and Children represents Bridget O’Donnel. Her story is briefly this:— “…we were put out last November; we owed some rent. I was at this time lying in fever… they commenced knocking down the house, and had half of it knocked down when two neighbours, women, Nell Spellesley and Kate How, carried me out… I was carried into a cabin, and lay there for eight days, when I had the creature (the child) born dead. I lay for three weeks after that. The whole of my family got the fever, and one boy thirteen years old died with want and with hunger while we were lying sick.” Credit: Illustrated London News, December 22, 1849 Without the Hunger, some of my family might not have crossed the Atlantic on their coffin ships, maybe they would have prospered enough back in Ireland that I’d still be there, accent a bit more authentic, standing a bit more tall, I don’t know…what I do know is that the famine killed over a million of my ancestors’ countrymen, women, and children, and that their deaths will never be forgotten or forgiven.I’ll also suggest pausing and acknowledging all those dying of famine in the world today, and those that have died in the past through what, in the modern age, should be thoroughly preventable…The Holdomor, the Great Leap Forward, the famines in Ethiopia, Somalia, the Sudan, Belgium, and the Bengal Famine during World War II make Ireland look like just another drop in the overflowing bucket containing our numberless dead…but…well, that drop of water contained some of my family, some names on tombstones and wooden crosses, and…I’ll always pause to reflect on their untimely demise.

victusinveritas:

Today is Famine Remembrance Day in Ireland.

So, in commemoration of the Great Hunger, and all the other famines that swept the land…I leave you with this image of Bridget O’Donnel.

The Sketch of a Woman and Children represents Bridget O’Donnel. Her story is briefly this:— “…we were put out last November; we owed some rent. I was at this time lying in fever… they commenced knocking down the house, and had half of it knocked down when two neighbours, women, Nell Spellesley and Kate How, carried me out… I was carried into a cabin, and lay there for eight days, when I had the creature (the child) born dead. I lay for three weeks after that. The whole of my family got the fever, and one boy thirteen years old died with want and with hunger while we were lying sick.”

Credit: Illustrated London News, December 22, 1849

Without the Hunger, some of my family might not have crossed the Atlantic on their coffin ships, maybe they would have prospered enough back in Ireland that I’d still be there, accent a bit more authentic, standing a bit more tall, I don’t know…what I do know is that the famine killed over a million of my ancestors’ countrymen, women, and children, and that their deaths will never be forgotten or forgiven.
I’ll also suggest pausing and acknowledging all those dying of famine in the world today, and those that have died in the past through what, in the modern age, should be thoroughly preventable…
The Holdomor, the Great Leap Forward, the famines in Ethiopia, Somalia, the Sudan, Belgium, and the Bengal Famine during World War II make Ireland look like just another drop in the overflowing bucket containing our numberless dead…but…well, that drop of water contained some of my family, some names on tombstones and wooden crosses, and…I’ll always pause to reflect on their untimely demise.

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tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

as opposed to my space alien memory?

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Anonymous asked: Dear Brad, Hello! I just found your blog & since I see you wrote ask me anything, I thought I'd try. I have to tell you that God Shuffled His Feet is one of my favorite albums! I really love the song Afternoons & Coffeespoons, & since my husband has just recently been diagnosed with cancer,it makes the song even more touching. I was wondering what inspired the song? and hoping it wasn't your own illness. I see you were in a bad accident years ago & hope you are fully recovered! thanks, Ronna

that was my hypochondria at work!

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JUST OUTSIDE MY DOOR, NYC - sexy rain-boots! not to mention the hooters. they are all of course, way out of my league. and much too young. but regardless, i sure feel old these days. i find this time in my life that i am torn: i mourn the loss of my youth, but i wouldn’t want to be young again. as for the older men who marry younger girls, this is a concept that i cannot fathom. personally, i cannot talk to young ladies who are in their twenties. we have no common ground, everything from TV shows to a young girl is very rarely attracted to older men, unless they have daddy issues and /or poor self esteem. (i speak from experience); and men who take advantage of this are deluded. this is not to say that, were i not married, that i wouldn’t nail the first easy cheerleader lay that came my way. but a one night stand is one thing; trying to recapture one’s youth by taking on a young girl is a road that leads nowhere. well, that’s my lecture. have a great day, folks.

JUST OUTSIDE MY DOOR, NYC - sexy rain-boots! not to mention the hooters. they are all of course, way out of my league. and much too young. but regardless, i sure feel old these days. i find this time in my life that i am torn: i mourn the loss of my youth, but i wouldn’t want to be young again. as for the older men who marry younger girls, this is a concept that i cannot fathom. personally, i cannot talk to young ladies who are in their twenties. we have no common ground, everything from TV shows to a young girl is very rarely attracted to older men, unless they have daddy issues and /or poor self esteem. (i speak from experience); and men who take advantage of this are deluded. this is not to say that, were i not married, that i wouldn’t nail the first easy cheerleader lay that came my way. but a one night stand is one thing; trying to recapture one’s youth by taking on a young girl is a road that leads nowhere. well, that’s my lecture. have a great day, folks.