For nearly 20 years, starting with 2003, when Google became widely used as a search engine, I would notice that any search result for “Richard Crasta” resulted in hardly one or two results other than me. So that my very name itself, being so unique, was my identification card. If anyone claiming to be me,…
Are you and I just imaginary actors in a dream, whether the dreamer be Brahma or Alice of Lewis Carrol’s creation? Is there any truth to what’s been going on, or are we just playthings in some child’s “Now make up your own plot” exercise? “Beyond extraordinary,” exclaimed Pepe Escobar of Donald Trump’s achievement in…
It may be too early to celebrate, but I feel, today, a bit more relaxed than I have been for a long time. Still six days to go before Donald Trump ejects the current not-quite-there occupant out of the White House and takes over the nuclear suitcase. And somehow, because the clueless, thickheaded Joe Biden…
As the years whiz by, my energy level declines, and I come across many unpublished or unfinished books in my computer–books I had been distracted from completion or publishing by the unexpected events of life, one that saw me going from New York to Bali, then Java, then India repeatedly to see my sick mother,…
“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.” – Jimi Hendrix This quote from Jimi Hendrix , which I read after listening to bombs dropping and planes crashing in Jimi’s rendition of “The Star-Spangled Banner” is appropriate as the U.S. inches close to triggering a global nuclear apocalypse….
The 2024 Presidential election is the most interesting and engrossing election I have ever been through in my life, and part of the reason, for me, is that I would like to at least be alive for four more years–which is at least how long it would take to complete and publish my remaining books,…
Picture this: The Vice President of the most powerful nation in the world asked a group of White House invitees, “Do you think you just fell off a coconut tree?” And then she laughed a joyous, triumphant laugh, an infectious laugh that was almost insistent that you laugh along with her, a laugh that celebrated…
I feel great compassion for anyone suffering from a mental disease, or a mental breakdown or deterioration, because it’s usually not their fault. My father suffered PTSD as a result of his nearly three years of being a Prisoner of War of the Japanese during World War II–his memoir is titled Eaten by the Japanese–and…
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