Choices I have a grim little manual entitled “Worst Case Scenarios,” which presents the reader with a series of awful situations, and challenges her or him to pick the least dreadful one. In the spirit of that manual, here are a few tough choices of my own: 1. It’s your daughter’s Bat Mitzvah celebration, and
A Drinking Song Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye. That’s all we shall know of truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. – William Butler Yeats
The new diminutive occidental municipality’s law-enforcement officer and sheriff ambulated out of the disreputable gin-mill saloon, shrugging aside the lady of the evening who sought to impede his progress by clinging to his forearm. “Fill your hands, you low-life, utterly deplorable, mannerless scum-sucking scion of a female dog!” he yawped in stentorian tones to the
The Ides Of March Leaden sky, snow drifts, Birches bend and hemlocks groan. When will spring wake up?
Limbaugh Rush Limbaugh spewed hate Like a river in spate. He vomited rage Against feminists, gays, And the liberal press. I have to confess, When I learned he had died, I laughed till I cried. And it won’t make me blue When The Donald croaks, too. I know that’s unfair, But I really don’t care.
The Art Of War Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt. If you know your enemy and you know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. Engage people with what they expect; it is what they are able to discern and
Unlocking A crow karks complaints. The snow is thick on the ground. But icicles drip.
During the Tokugawa Period in 16th Century Japan, there was constant warfare between rival clans led by generals known as Shoguns. Legend has it that one of these Shoguns, Takagawa Ieyagu, was resting at home one day, sitting on his tatami mat, with a cat asleep on the wide sleeve of his priceless embroidered silk
Nobody Likes Me Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, Guess I’ll eat some worms. Big fat juicy ones, little bitty skinny ones, See how they wiggle and squirm! – Kids’ Self-Pity Jingle I’m an old despot, libtards hate me, Guess I’ll start a civil war. Rally the QAnons, gun freaks and Nazis, And settle all