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,…
Day 583-584 Today we learned that John McCain has died, A warrior, knowing victory and defeat, A man of service,…
Day 583 Is it now time to speak of Pence? If Donald is sent packing hence, Then we have to…