Where are they?
In Which Your Humble Blogger figures that the politicians with the most to gain and the least to lose ought to be the loudest, else what’s Madison for?
In Which Your Humble Blogger figures that the politicians with the most to gain and the least to lose ought to be the loudest, else what’s Madison for?
In Which Your Humble Blogger has to upend his notions, which can’t be bad, either.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders if there is life outside Left Blogovia.
In Which Your Humble Blogger keeps bursting into tears again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks that this, too, is a period for leaders, but then, when isn’t?
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have the right answer, or maybe not.
In Which Your Humble Blogger rattles off some ill-considered judgments, not perhaps technically slanderous.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wasn’t going to mention it, but he is outraged.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was wondering if Our Only President is going bald. I mean, that was my first thought, in those pictures. Lots of forehead. Much more than he used to have. Good. Baldy.
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes that in Connecticut a thank-you note is not considered admissible evidence.