Wednesday Bag o’ Days
You have to get up early to beat the heat in southern Arizona, so when the dogs started stirring at 5:30 I said what the hell and got up with them.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
You have to get up early to beat the heat in southern Arizona, so when the dogs started stirring at 5:30 I said what the hell and got up with them.
Yesterday’s great men are today’s embarrassments.
Is it possible, as alarmists have claimed all along, that the Electoral College installed a straight-up Russian agent in the White House? A literal traitor? Can polite people start saying it out loud?
Seven short book reviews: fiction, science fiction, mysteries, memoirs, banned.
Got up at 5 AM to spray a wasp nest under the eaves over our breezeway, something you definitely don’t want to do when they’re awake and alert.
So how’s your staycation going?
But those who ban and burn books aren’t just know-nothings. A whopping proportion of their anti-intellectualism is composed of resentment and spite.
I want to tell myself we’re going to crush Trump and the fascist Republicans who’ve hitched their wagons to him in November, but fuck me, I didn’t think he had a chance in 2016 either and look how that worked out.