Happy Labor Day, I guess
In Which Your Humble Blogger is downhearted.
Category: Politics
Down, down in the spam locker
In Which Your Humble Blogger whines and moans and clutches his brow, and weeps into his handkerchief, and is generally other than chipper.
Behind Closed Doors
In Which Your Humble Blogger is, inevitably, reminded of the seventies joke about the old bean who decided to emigrate before they made it compulsory. Peppers, that is.
Primary Day in the Nutmeg State
In Which Your Humble Blogger has four votes, and is not afraid to use them.
Rainy Day Congressmen No. 12 & 35
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders why Jay and Silent Bob do not make an appearance.
Two words: Referen. Dum.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gripes about The Way We Do Things in This Town.
Fiction or Journalism?
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks there’s probably something funny in it, but can’t quite put the old proverbial on it. Oh, I know, it’s where people say things that aren’t true! That’s always funny.
Blame the President
In Which Your Humble Blogger rants a bit, and then leaves the note half-finished for a long time until he can’t quite remember where he was going with it. Ah, well.
Who will pay?
In Which Your Humble Blogger reveals the unsurprising truth that you will pay.
Richard Blumenthal, Al Gore, and Your Humble Blogger
In Which Your Humble Blogger carves out a chunk of time to write a note about current events, but not a big enough chunk of time to write coherently or briefly. Not that briefly is my brief, anyway.