In Which Your Humble Blogger has an unpopular and probably wrong opinion.
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes an aspect of a long career that is not prominent in the appreciations.
In Which Your Humble Blogger kinda figures y'all know where to read actual analysis.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware that it isn't the quadriennial choosing, but midterm voting is also beautiful.
In Which Your Humble Blogger ayn dovar alayn davar, but still almost five hundred words, because seriously who has that kind of strength?
In Which Your Humble Blogger has been wrong, and has been... also wrong, and being wrong is better.
In which Your Humble Blogger is not ague-proof.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has an idea. Ideas are cheap! Take this one, I'm bound to have another soon.
In Which Your Humble Blogger blames the patriarchy. Also, it turns out that virulent prejudice is probably bad.
In Which Your Humble Blogger considers a cut that isn't perhaps the unkindest, but is pretty unkind, like, maybe in the top fifty unkindest cuts.
