Judicial nominations and the filibuster, revisited
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds the shoe on the other proverbial, and if it fits, wears it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds the shoe on the other proverbial, and if it fits, wears it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger skipped a week; do you think anyone noticed?
In Which Your Humble Blogger admits to a cultural gap.
In Which Your Humble Blogger downplays for rhetorical effect how much he really likes some of the other punk bands, but that would totally take away from my point.
In which Your Humble Blogger realizes that the title would have better been saved for writing about the UK elections.
In Which Your Humble Blogger updates y’all on his current state, and hints that it’s just about possible that regular blogging may resume soon, particularly after the ritual ingestion of pizza at sundown the moment I get home.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is led to a new understanding of the text and performance thereof, and begs for Gentle Readers to keep leading in new directions.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would like to be buried in his best black hat, preferably tomorrow, and just put a warning on the tombstone something like ‘Logistically Possible’ does not mean that there will be any survivors.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets a different perspective on an old problem.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not make the application to our own political situation, except by rather heavy silence.