Seasonal Encroachment Disorder
Looking back at some of my earlier pre-Christmas blog posts, maybe I have a touch of seasonal depression. Well, at least I’m in good company, right?
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
It’s all stuff
Looking back at some of my earlier pre-Christmas blog posts, maybe I have a touch of seasonal depression. Well, at least I’m in good company, right?
True enough there’s never been an election like this in our country. It’s unbelievable, save for the fact it’s happening right in front of our eyes.
It would be entirely in character for Trump, in a fit of loser spite, to pull the trigger on the kind of white supremacist street violence we saw last night.
It drives me crazy how the media pussyfoots around Republican lies by reporting “no evidence of widespread fraud.” Why “widespread?” Why not “no fraud?”
Funny how that desk doesn’t look so tiny when real presidents sit behind it, huh?
A little local color before the Thanksgiving holiday, during which I plan to blog not a jot or tittle.
You never see men smoking pipes in public, and would probably think about calling the police if you did.
Well, another year shot to hell.