Monthly Archives: February 2014

A Poem by Tom Nardone – Just Trust Me People

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Beautiful White Awesomeness! Continue reading

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Question Society’s Norms, You Might Miss Something Wonderful!!!

In our society today, we have rules. Rules or laws are involved in everything we do. Most people abide by the rules of their society, but no one obeys all the rules. When it comes to rules people make their decision mainly on the basis of two things; what is the penalty, and what is the likelihood of being caught? That is just the particular type of assholes we are as Americans. For the record, I proudly count myself among all of you assholes in this regard. Continue reading

Happily Uninformed | There is Power in Not Giving a Shit!

Picture1I might very well be the most uninformed person in the entire country. I have not watched single news broadcast since the towers came down. I could not name three people in the United States government. I live in South Carolina, and I could not tell you the name of out governor or the name of a single member from the house or senate of any state. Yes, I know this is Awesome; let me tell you all about it! Continue reading

To Hell With Your Rat Race, I Don’t Follow Sports Anyway.

Picture5Many people in their jobs strive to be the best and I think this is great. I think it is what makes a company great. When you have people so committed to being the best that they give it their all, and do their very best. I do my best while I am at my job, and I rather enjoy it most of the time. I would always rather be at home, but there are days when I have fun at work. I do take pride in what I do while I am doing it.

Some people unknowingly bend themselves over a barrel and patiently wait for the talcum-powdered fist to make its introduction. Continue reading

Tom Nardone, The Sharp Dressed Man

tomomI was going into a local sporting goods store recently to buy some ammo for my pellet rifle. As I was walking through the store I noticed a button up shirt hanging on the rack. I noticed it because I was wearing the exact same shirt complete with a small tag under the pocket that read “Columbia”. I could not figure out what my shirt was doing in the asshole section of a retail sporting goods store. Continue reading