Saturday Bag o’ Conspiracy Theories

I have a sinking feeling the story’s going to fizzle away now, at least as far as the media is concerned, and Trump & friends will continue to skate. I hope I’m wrong. But I fear I’m right. […]

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Thursday Bag o’ Psychological Toll

I’ve been reading about the content moderators who review objectionable content posted to social media, and the psychological toll constant exposure to “the Internet’s panoply of jerks, racists, creeps, criminals, and bullies” takes on them. […]

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Tuesday Bag o’ Normalcy

If I had a rant in me this morning, I’d lay into NPR for its slavish commitment to normalizing Trump, arguably not the worst unelected occupant of the White House (George W. Bush still has that distinction IMO), but certainly the most abnormal. […]

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What, Me Worry?

Don Martin was drawing for Mad in 1958, with his floppy-footed characters and wet-your-pants hilarious farty sound effects like “FLEEN!” and “FOOSH!” […]

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Tuesday Bag o’ Hot Takes

Until now, I’ve been able to avoid saying Trump’s name in front of museum visitors. The closest I ever come is when I say the “current president” flies on Marine Corps helicopters. But it seems impossible to talk about a new paint scheme for Air Force One aircraft without mentioning the name of the only person who’s pushing the idea. […]

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Out of Sight

“Overzealous underlings” are to blame. Senior officers, in their mature wisdom, undid the damage they wrought in the nick of time. And the commander in chief? Totally above the fray. […]

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On the General Coarsening of Society

Speaking of bringing society down, why is it that whenever I see a sexually crude, grossly inappropriate post on Facebook, it was put there by a fellow Hash House Harrier? What are we, a pack of sniggering 13-year-olds? […]

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Bettie Page’s Hips

Bettie Page’s hips didn’t stick out like that, is all I’m sayin’. […]

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