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What a world

Vardibidian July 16, 2018 1 Comment

In which Your Humble Blogger is about a week late for this post, but since y'all never forgot about Baby Jessica you probably still remember the kids from last week.

Summit, Success, Suckers (and grifters)

Vardibidian June 12, 2018 3 Comments

In Which Your Humble Blogger recognizes the particular nature of Our Only President's genius, and its possible utility in the field of oh my lord we're all doomed just please don't start firing missiles

We of the left do blacklist, I guess

Vardibidian May 29, 2018 1 Comment

In Which Your Humble Blogger is unhappy all around.

Nuclear gradiation

Vardibidian May 14, 2018 Comments Off

In Which Your Humble Blogger pronounces it properly the whole time, in case you were wondering, with the middle syllable of klee, not kyuh.

No World Order

Vardibidian April 16, 2018 Comments Off

In Which Your Humble Blogger would like something to believe in, if only for the comfort of a slogan.

Syria, Constitution, Sigh

Vardibidian April 14, 2018 1 Comment

In Which Your Humble Blogger was going to link to the White House statement, but couldn't find one. Sigh.

What if

Vardibidian March 26, 2018 Comments Off

In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders. Idly.

A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon…

Vardibidian March 16, 2018 1 Comment

In Which Your Humble Blogger knows not whereof he speaks.

Of course what really matters is the blame, somebody to blame

Vardibidian February 15, 2018 1 Comment

In Which Your Humble Blogger still believes (quoting Colin McEnroe again) that if there’s an elixir, some potion we can drink, it’s almost certainly love.

Link by link we forge a, well, anyway

Vardibidian January 31, 2018 Comments Off

In Which Your Humble Blogger leaves out the probably irrelevant information that Zymon lived in Fremont for a couple of years, back in the nineties, working for an Israeli company on an H-1B visa. They were doing something Y2K related, although Zalmon had the impression that it was a front for Mossad. He never saw anything, mind you, and he figured it was better not to know, so when the contract was up, he went home.