You Remember These Dicks from High School?

Congressional Democrats and Republicans: the mother and father of a random shitty childhood.  They fight each other for dominance in their toxic marriage, constantly ignoring their kids in the process.  Tell them things like, “Go to your room!” and “Please, the adults are talking!” Sure, they know a lot about lawmaking, which isn’t easy.  But … Continue reading You Remember These Dicks from High School?

Grifter Spotting 101

More people need to be skeptical.  I mean intelligent skeptical, not flat-out denying stuff they don’t want to believe. It’s not something any of us are taught at the elementary or secondary levels here in America, unfortunately.  In college, depending on what you study, you’ll likely acquire a healthy dose of it, but it’ll also … Continue reading Grifter Spotting 101

Steak vs. Sizzle: A Study in the Efficaciousness of Performance Persuasion

"You don't sell the steak, you still the sizzle." Of all the wise life lessons ever imparted to me, conveyed in the utterance of a single sentence, this particular phrase has been without a doubt the most everlasting....

The Art of the Abandoned Vehicle

I myself learned to drive stick in Portland on a 1990 Plymouth Laser, aqua green with pink detailing and sparkles, spray-painted gold wheels, no muffler and a semi-malfunctioning fuel injection system.  Paid $575 for it in 2006, which, if adjusted for inflation today, would probably come out to around $300...

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Self-Pleasure in the Time of COVID-19

Two months before the coronavirus pandemic blew up in the U.S., I got transferred to the graveyard shift at my job. Which meant that, for starters, unlike the coronavirus itself, the curve for my dating life was seriously about to flatten. My casual sex life, however, like the number of idiots watching FOX News who didn’t believe COVID-19 was a real thing, was about to go through the roof...

#11. Thou Shalt Not Be Inconvenienced ere Thy Neighbor Beareth the Brunt of Thy Inconvenience, Forthwith

You can maybe get where I’m going to go with this. Depending on how good your King James English is. Mine’s terrible. I grew up in the inner city of Philadelphia, where they forced every kid in the 2nd and 3rd grade to take Latin. So, of course, back then I was like, “Bitchin’! Not only will I be able to decipher the Bible, but one day I’m gonna get a job as Secretary of the C.H.U.D. for the Philly branch of the Latin Kings...