Vermin Supreme
I caught a mouse last night.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
The continuation of war by other means
I caught a mouse last night.
I’ve been reading a long profile of the late Toni Morrison in The New Yorker (“Ghosts in the House,” Oct 27, 2003). In it she recalled her family’s instinctive and deep-seated mistrust of white people. Morrison’s memory struck a chord, because I’ve only recently come to appreciate the extent to which I share it.
The media isn’t going to change. Critical thinking skills are more important than ever. If your first thought is “good luck with that,” I’m with you, baby. We’re doomed. Got any donuts?
Donald Trump may not be the worst unelected occupant of the White House — many say that distinction belongs to George W. Bush — but he is absolutely the smallest.
When you turn 65 and go on Medicare, you get one last physical examination.
Some of us, from the beginning, warned that Trump would model himself after corrupt authoritarian rulers like Putin.
AITA for pressuring my wife to ask her sister not to visit?
Thank goodness for books and streaming TV, because this week will be one long Trump rally.