Happy Festivus, everyone. As I always do, I express my hope that your own Festivus pole has been taken out of the garage, and that you are adequately warmed up for your feats of strength and have duly annotated your list of grievances for airing. I am not even going to start sharing my own this year. They are likely similar to your own list of grievances, and presumably start and largely end with the abuser of a certain Twitter account. Honestly. I have mostly said my piece in earlier posts this year (and given the paucity of posts as...

First of all, birthday greetings to the Loquacious Pup! She is a little older than this blog, but not as much as you think. She is growing up into quite the young lady. Last evening, through the group under whose auspices I visit other men held in our nation’s hospitable immigration detention facilities, I had the opportunity of transporting a gentleman from an unnamed African country from immigration detention in New Jersey to a transitional housing arrangement in Manhattan. Unsurprisingly, after nearly 8 months in the custody of an ICE contractor, a day or so after winning his asylum case...

Well, we are on the eve of election day here in the USA. Will a system rigged in the 18th century for the purpose of preserving slavery do its magic again, and permit unaccountable white supremacists (who managed recently to pull off the first recorded pogrom in American history) to hold control of all levers of government? Just for fun, while the Times and WaPo gangs continue their stenographic duties to warn us of the perils of the migrant caravan of hardened terrorists carrying smallpox and Klingon bat’leths women and children fleeing violence, because, you know, Trump talks about it,...

And so as I come to that day, two score and sixteen years after the Cuban missile crisis on which somehow I was born, a day 15 years after Hillary Clinton was born, and so were other people like Pat Sajak (you see, Hillary was defeated by another game show host in 2016), apparently Seth McFarlane and other people I never heard of. Still going. Somehow, like me, this blog hangs on, out of the same kind of stubbornness that, God willing, will get me through my 17th consecutive NYC Marathon (and 54th overall at that distance) in 9 days...

Step right up and enjoy the September 11th festivities; has it been only 17 years? I’ll start with this wonderful “meta-” piece by Brother Dmitry, who asks, among other things, “what is truth?”, a peculiarly relevant question concerning the events of September 11th where, for example, we are asked to believe that three skyscrapers were brought down by the crash of two airliners, among numerous other “curiosities” (my favorite still being the recovery of an intact highjacker’s passport on the ground after a crash supposedly so hot that it melted an aircraft’s black box and steel beams supporting a building...

While the nation amuses itself in today’s version of the Neo-P.T. Barnum Circus known as the Trump Administration, specifically trying to guess which “senior official” wrote “the Op Ed” in the NY Times, the latest machinations of Bob Woodward’s coming book (i.e. “Trump is a mentally disturbed moron”), it seems that there is a second stolen Supreme Court nomination at issue, that of one Brett Kavanaugh. I had the privilege, once, of watching Candace argue before a panel on which Judge Kavanaugh was the presiding judge. Prior to that, she moved for his recusal, on the basis of his refusal...

I am pleased to say that Familia TD spent a pleasant (if frenetic) week outside of the jurisdiction of the Trump Administration in the (quite literally) great White North… nay, even further north, where I ran in the 35th Reykjavik Marathon (the plus/minus six hour finishing time consistent with what I’ve come to expect as a heavier than I’d like to be man in my mid-50’s). Mrs. TD and the soon-returning-to-college Loquacious Pup and I all enjoyed some fabulously clean, brisk air and amazingly good food amidst one of the world’s most fascinating landscapes (including volcanos and geothermal emanations that...

Regular readers (thank you, whomever you are… Lord knows I don’t post enough to warrant your continued interest, so thanks again! Although feel free to check out my “good friend” Donald J. Putin, who posts dozens of times a day) are aware that among my illustrious college classmates at Columbia University’s final all-male class in 1983 were lawyer and failed judicial candidate Miguel Estrada, master of the universe Daniel Loeb, and an obscure fellow named Barack H. Obama, who went on to become the 44th President of the United States. Barack, like me, was a political science major concentrating in...

So it’s July 4th. And You Know Who is President of the United States, and doing what he does. Meanwhile, a whole lot of Republican Senators and members of Congress are celebrating it in Moscow, presumably because securing Russian cooperation in their upcoming elections is more important than pitching to voters. Meanwhile, something like 14,000 new citizens took their oath of citizenship today. At the same oment that the You -Know-Who Administration plans on launching Space Force a task force devoted to stripping naturalized citizens of their citizenship (read “from NON-WHITES”). And on this 242nd anniversary of a group of...

For various reasons, I haven’t been blogging much since You Know Who took the oath of office, replacing my college classmate Barack. I’ve also spent a lot of time with my good friend Donald J. Putin, laughing at You Know Who 280 characters at a time. In our usual theme, Candace observes things are taking a depressing turn as the Pentagon is seeking funding to turn GTMO into an old folks home and hospice, i.e. removing any pretense that the thing will not hold its occupants for the rest of their natural lives. Certainly, You Know Who promised not to...