I’ve been busy, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. My conservative friend Joe even challenged me on Facebook:
I’m surprised you have been so tight lipped about Paris…not a word.
Joe, John Lennon said “War is not the answer,” but sometimes it is. There are just wars, like the one we won 70 years ago. That was a war worth fighting. Imagine (sorry, John) what might have happened if we’d sat it out. For sure, I wouldn’t be here writing this.
It’s War on Christmas time again! And just in time for the holidays!
See those red cups up there? Where are the snowflakes? Where are the reindeer? Where are the sleds? Where’s Santa, fer chrissakes?!?!?!?!
I’m telling you, Starbucks really hates the Baby Jesus. Continue reading
Life can be unfair sometimes, and it’s hard to stir up a whole lot of empathy for a guy who in a couple of years will be making more — much more — in a month than I’ve made in my lifetime …
But Jeurys Familia got screwed. Continue reading
I’ll have the fish bladder on the side, please
Throughout my youth, it was an indisputable fact that the Edsel was the worst marketing move in the history of marketing. Hey, I have an idea … Let’s build an ugly car, price it high and open the showroom doors so everybody in America will buy one! Continue reading
Once again, we’re holding off on our long and eagerly awaited diatribe about how stupid it is that a pitcher can get everyone who faces him out and earn a blown save. We’ll just have to save that for another day, because we – unlike Jeurys Familia – will have a tomorrow. Continue reading
KKK, and we’re not talking strikeouts
Have you heard the news? Four – count ’em, FOUR!!! — Republicans in the U.S. Senate are in the KKK. I know this because it was reported by numerous news organizations, all of which got their information on, of all places, the Internet. There is no more reliable source of information than the Internet. If it’s there, you can take it to the bank. Continue reading
Woke up this morning to some very sad news. The King of the Blues has left the stage.
I can’t remember the first time I saw B.B. King, and I can’t tell you how many times I saw him play. But if there was one moment I’ll never forget, it was in the summer of 2007 at the Eric Clapton Crossroads Guitar Festival, in a soccer stadium outside Chicago.
Linda got me tickets as a present. I think she loves me.
But I digress. This is about B.B. King. Continue reading