Like most of my friends and family, I have been harboring the rapidly vanishing, hopeful notion that the last or the next or certainly the revelation after that of some misconduct or preposterous turn of phrase or random and dire Executive action, would be the final straw whose cumulative weight…
Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, traitor, traitor, asshole! It would seem that cyclothymia is a starter affliction for Tourette’s. If I’m not yelling my opening sentence, (I know, Mrs. Millman*, it’s technically not a sentence), at the TV, or sporadically into thin air, it’s being looped in my brain as…
Because I’m weird that way, (you know, trusting that questions have reasonable answers), and because I hold tightly to the absolute belief that either very little or almost everything is a result of happenstance…you can imagine my cathartic sigh of relief when the light bulb flashed in my head, and…
I ran into some old friends this week, (perusers of my weekly rants), who individually and only semi-jokingly greeted me as the Prince of Darkness. I won’t argue the generally dour nature of my theses, (nor my obsession with aptly placed adverbs), but I would hope that the satanic implication…
In the seventeen months since Chicken Little’s greatest fears became manifest, the United States of America has backslid, losing 150 years of credibility as a beacon of hope and freedom and opportunity by shaking its bloated, militaristic stick, thumbing its nose at global problems that the rest of the world…