Give him the hook
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks that Left Blogovia should start calling him Mitte, for no reason whatsoever.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks that Left Blogovia should start calling him Mitte, for no reason whatsoever.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should really leave off these serious gripey posts and write something lightly amusing about popular culture. We still have a popular culture, don’t we?
In Which Your Humble Blogger remembers that David S. Bernstein wrote something in the Phoenix that might have been relevant, but that could have been any time in the last ten years, and their search isn’t that great.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually ranted for quite a while about how outrageous it was to draw the line at including some poor sap of a kid who clearly has enough troubles in her life already. I mean, that‘s where you make your stand? It turns out, through, that they made their stand on other stuff first, but nobody cared.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually prefers the story about the dog, but then, I don’t like dogs.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a kind of chip-on-the-shoulder attitude we’ve never been without. That I recall.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is himself blocked in by previous rhetorical techniques, but only to the audience of Gentle Readers, so that’s all right.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should note what Gentle Readers already know, I hope, that American-style democracy works to the extent that people care about electing the Town Council and the Board of Education, far more so than the President.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows its too late to make decisions about the name thing, and that the name of the auxiliary protests was more or less organically decided on, but still.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not purport to know what Our Only President really thinks, but works from the consistent rhetorical posture that’s all we’ve got.