Wouldn’t it be fun if life were like a movie? If every time someone did something wrong, they got punished? Like with a Tomahawk missile? Well, you’re in that movie. The only thing is, I’m not sure the good guys win in this one. You know, it might be one of those dark movies, where…
2017 – 2011 = 6
Back in January 2011, I unleashed a rude outburst directed at then SecDef Robert Gates, “Robert M. Gates, totally full of it. Totally”, prompted by Bob’s statement that, in five years’ time, North Korea would be able to “target” the U.S. with a nuclear-tipped ICBM. Well, it’s six years and counting, so how’s that “direct…
W. B. Yeats called. He wants his word back
Yeah, old Willie B. called, and he’s pissed! He told me that from now on nobody, but nobody—well, nobody except Huckleberry Finn—is allowed to use the word “slouch”. So, you can walk towards Bethlehem, or stride towards Bethlehem, or run towards Bethlehem. But you can’t slouch there. Afterwords Yes, “The Second Coming” is a great,…
“Burn her! Burn her!” the villagers cried
Susan Rice! She’s like a black Hillary! In fact, she is a black Hillary! She’s the black Hillary! God, it feels good to hate, doesn’t it? To be utterly consumed with righteous rage at that black bitch controversial former national security advisor, utterly loathed by the right for being a black woman1 for having repeated…
Pseudo New Yorker
“It’s fake? No, no one could be that cruel.” “To tell you the truth, there isn’t a lot of ‘mouth feel’ to this one.” “I know it’s not real. We’ve been through this. I just like to bite shit.” “What happened to the new spring outfit that was on this thing is that I ate…
Conor Hall Trio—“Well, You Needn’t”
Victor Ray – piano; Thomas Williams – bass; Conor Hall – drums. Recorded at Kuhl Muzik in Toronto. Posted by bangcrashboom1.
Trumplosion or Trompe-l’œil?
The past several months have been a Trump-loather’s1 dream. Watching the big guy’s world go sideways in so many ways—well, it’s so satisfying that one can’t help but wonder, “When did I ever get everything I wanted all the time?” It’s as though “science” had perfected a peppermint ice cream that causes you to lose…
Poor, Pitiful Paulie Ryan, from policy wonk to policy wank in six weeks
If you’ve been hatin’ on House Speaker Paulie Ryan as long as I have, seeing Paulie finally take the beatdown he so richly deserves is schadenfreude beyond a Paulie hater’s wildest dreams. Perhaps the best of the many, many drubbings Paulie has received is administered by the hitherto unknown (to me) Philip Klein, who hangs…
David Ignatius, in search of an ass to kiss
Okay, I did not see this coming. The Wash Post’s David Ignatius, often regarded as the CIA’s press agent, has apparently decided that he needs a new job, perhaps because, these days, the CIA ain’t shit. So Dave is going with the flow, which, judging from his latest column, means sucking up to presidential son…
Roger Wilkens
Civil rights activist Roger Wilkens is dead at 85. His autobiography, A Man’s Life, is well worth reading, but its title wasn’t always so bland. In 1982, a less correct time, when the book was first published, it was called Blue Chip Nigger, because, as Wilkens explained it, he was entirely middle class in his…