Three things without links
In Which Your Humble Blogger should probably go to the trouble of finding examples of usage and reference, but I’m just not going to, so there.
Category: rhetoric
Bastards fuck up your shit, you gotta do something, right?
In Which Your Humble Blogger would, of course, use taboo-avoidance, making the phrase Bastards f*ck up your sh!t, because we’re dealing with ratios, right? Also, bollocks.
A Retort Contest!
In Which Your Humble Blogger announces a Thanksgiving-themed contest for the best retort to a Senator’s gobbling and gabbling.
Threescore and seven years ago.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back to when chatting was done oldstyle, through a broadcast medium.
Avarice, Anger, Sloth, Gluttony, Secrecy, Mink and Palmer
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all whatsit, and then, you know, distracted, and I know there was some, if you will, content, to the whole, what’y’call, and so on.
Rhymes with ‘Spies Cantina’
In Which Your Humble Blogger uses something called ‘analysis’, which involves taking a thing apart into its constituent pieces, and then just rambling incoherently for a while.
Memorial
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes to a parade and waves the flag.
The biggest cup of tea in history
In Which Your Humble Blogger inexplicably fails to rant about actual tea, you know, leaves and steeping and so on, and also fails to talk about the real history behind the original protest, and how bizarrely low taxes were in the colonies, when you consider that the whole point of having colonies is to squeeze them dry.
Martin, Barack and Josiah
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks that this, too, is a period for leaders, but then, when isn’t?
Election Day
In Which Your Humble Blogger adds a new twist to a venerable Tohu Bohu tradition.