Agent Mulder was right. Oh, and sorry about the long absence. Most of my thoughts have been going into the short bursts that Twitter accommodates so nicely.
I’m a liberal. Get over it.
Aaaand we’re back. Doing it every week was a bit of a struggle. But this week is special.
No entry for w/o October 8 because, seriously, how do you parse out the worst? I’m going to have to narrow my scope.
Things that the GOP should never be allowed to object to in the future and why.
All that was swept aside though by the hideous spectacle of Brett Kavanaugh. Personally, Kavanaugh represents everything I ever hated about jocks in high school. Preeningly amoral, utterly convinced of his own entitledness, boorish and rude. If you asked him who his favorite artist or playwright is you’d draw a blank stare.
I’ve always wanted a lifetime appointment to an important job, so in this week’s edition I share my list of 60 women who will vouch for the fact that I never tried to rape them.
Trump is pumped. There’s a natural disaster and naturally it’s all about him.
Monday Labor Day Traveling for me, and I’m pretty sure Paul Ryan didn’t have another Labor Day statement praising management. Tuesday All The Justice Money Can Buy Listening for a while to the ramrodding of Kavanaugh. John Cornyn’s prattle about how great it is when judges respect the text of legislation makes me gag. K.…
Everybody’s going to die some day. You can pat yourself on the back as though you’ve “won,” but it’s only temporary.
Moral relativism is back, baby.
Monday Fire and Fury I’m finally getting around to reading it now, though events since its publication haven’t made it any less terrifying and in fact have made it more believable. But I want to read it before Omarosa’s book comes out. Who would have thought that bringing her into the closest circles of power…