Paul's Thing

No King, No King, You’re the King

Confession time: Donna and I didn’t turn out for the No Kings protest yesterday.

I don’t know if UV exposure from a flying career aggravated my propensity for skin cancers or if it’s merely genetic.

Tomorrow marks my nineteenth year of sobriety.

But they can’t control what the civilian press covers, can they?

Six short book reviews: fantasy, mystery, thriller, science fiction, horror.

… in a hard-drinking profession, you’ve got to be able to hold your liquor.

I don’t think Trump does the things he does in order to distract us from the Epstein files.

If they told us beforehand he was going to announce his own resignation, I still wouldn’t tune in.