In Which Your Humble Blogger actually thinks that a moving and inspiring filibuster is its own justification, but would still like to get something done, dammit.
In Which Your Humble Blogger dishes out only verbal slapthology.
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks y’all: What percentage of Democrats would you guess identify as gay, lesbian or bisexual? What percentage of Republicans make more than $250,000 a year?
In Which Your Humble Blogger speaks well of the living. Well, some of them. Others are fucking shitbags, honestly.
In Which Your Humble Blogger observes how efficiently the free market allocates its resources, in a pig’s eye.
In Which Your Humble Blogger understands nothing about high finance, or low finance, or even medium-sized finance. Tempted to make a joke about how you can’t have ‘finance’ without a Nance, but.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has to say the nothing he has to say, because what else is there to say?
In Which Your Humble Blogger probably oughtn’t to post anything about this, but did.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would like to fight terrorism with love, because what else is there.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also kinda thinks it’s a short stop from hotels to leases, and then mortgages, which is where the rubber hits the proverbial.