Day 595 The shit just hit the fan and sprayed a film of fecal foam All over government and…
Day 594 Bob Woodward’s latest book is out, Hundreds of hours of interviews, From which quotations leave no doubt…
Day 593 (This may be sung to, “The Yellow Rose of Texas) (1) If you were born in Texas…
Day 592 Tomorrow is the hearing for Brett Kavanaugh, the judge, A right wing nominee for the Supreme Court,…
Day 591 A failure of our churches and a failure of our schools: These two great institutions have produced a…
Day 590 This is in the meter and rhyme scheme of John McCain’s favorite poem by Robert Service: The Cremation…
Day 589 Aretha Franklin laid to rest; McCain now lies in state. Both these events leave Trump distressed That he…
Day 588 Arrythmic perturbations, My heart just skipped a tick. I’m feeling palpitations; My low back has a crick. Are…
Day 587 The Donald has been Google-ing and now he’s really mad. The subject searched, himself of course, and…
Day 586 The Porn Star, Playmate, and a Pecker The porn star, Playmate, and a Pecker came into a bar,…