Another short quiz, this time about democracy
In Which Your Humble Blogger complains, because it still hurts to swallow, although the fever is gone.
Category: hatchet job
The little O-shaped pasta in a tasty tomato sauce that kids love
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not really fit for human company, and should go back to bed. Again.
fathers and husbands, in a house that is white
In Which Your Humble Blogger disagrees, despite a vague feeling that he will vote for the other one in a week and a bit.
A galaxy of flavor, only not so much
In Which Your Humble Blogger’s expectations are dashed, but sweetly.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t mention the upside-down trees, which were evidently Hot Stuff last year and even the year before, but which YHB only discovered last week.
secondhand quote, on Second Avenue, secondhand quote
In Which Your Humble Blogger viciously attacks an article he hasn’t even seen. Hah! Take that! and that!
Ted Rall, ignorant idiot
In Which I whale on Ted Rall for something stupid. Wail? Wale? Anyway.
Pundit Makes Blogger Cranky, film at eleven
In Which George F. Will gets so far up Your Humble Blogger’s nose, he’s coming out my ears.
Waste! Fraud! Abuse!
One thing that occurs to me about this S-CHIP business is the extent to which the Republican leadership appears to be mean-spirited. This isn’t anything new; it certainly goes back to Ronald Wilson Reagan and his attitudes towards welfare. The…
a Talent for rhetoric, at today’s prices
I haven’t finished reading Gordon Brown’s conference speech—for those unfamiliar with the current structures of British politics, this is somewhat akin to our Presidential candidates acceptance speeches at their party conventions, except it isn’t necessarily connected with an upcoming election,…