Can’t vote for your candidate, because they oppose my candidate
In Which Your Humble Blogger points out the dialectic.
Category: Politics
Superiority, complex
In Which Your Humble Blogger cannot decide if he is a rank or a file.
More about character
In Which Your Humble Blogger rants about presidential character and inexplicably does not mention cigars.
Thank you for whatever you’re smoking
In Which, honestly, if YHB had to go over to Henry Kissinger’s house every Christmas and sit around with him and William F. Buckley all afternoon, YHB might start hallucinating about politics, too. But then, would the New York Times print my rambling visions?
And then next year, Chief Justice Day!
In Which Your Humble Blogger has difficulty trying to tag the note with a category. It’s not about politics as such, nor (except indirectly) about rhetoric (and everything is indirectly about rhetoric), nor is it either a Puff Piece or a Hatchet Job. It’s definitely not about literature, film or music, or Scripture or baseball. Perhaps I need a category for things that strike me as amusing.
Indications are that this stinks
In Which Your Humble Blogger was feeling a bit better, but some things just make me sick all over again.
Observation nation
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t even like beets.
words, words, words
In Which Your Humble Blogger skirts the etymological fallacy.
That, my friends, is the sound of the world’s smallest violin playing “My Heart Bleeds Purple Peanut Butter for You”, Joe.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets the freude, and that’s just too damn schade.