Tho 12-25 has come and gone, the traditional 12 days of Xmas run to 01-06. So it is not too late to post an illustrated topical parody of a classic Xmas carol.
At best, those who fight to save the Republic from the Age of Trumpery will get tired and sweaty. My update of Julia Ward Howe’s lyrics is something they can sing in the shower. I tried that. It helps.
Far away and long ago, other rowers also defied long odds.
Apart from a concern about the examples Lynch uses on 2 late pages in his book, I could applaud those pages until my hands bleed.
Ambiguity is almost always at least a little harmful to clear communication. It can be disastrous.
Some of the ways being tried look promising to me; some look counterproductive. In roughly descending order of promise, I list 10 of them and add my own idiosyncratic comments.
Want to make capitalist economies work more humanely? It might help to pay more attention to how they work, period.
This post starts a series that includes a very favorable review of a book by Jack Lynch, with my own additions and amplifications for some points.
Poetry in the style of greeting card doggerel is the best that Donald Trump deserves.
Typing just [Enter] key into the Search box makes it easy to browse WordPress blogs like this one. Here, the [Menu] button (atop the vertical black bar) reveals widgets like the Search box. Tho worthwhile, fact checking and well-deserved ridicule were not enough to keep Trump out of the White House. I doubt that […]
One of the many humorous quotes (mis)attributed to Yogi Berra is so widely applicable and important that it deserves a special name.
Will our flag be still there?
I am slowly working on my own idiosyncratic response to the US Election Debacle of 2016. Meanwhile, I would like to reblog 2 very different responses that both deserve wide attention. Here is one of them.
Should I vote my conscience, regardless of where I live? No!
Tossing facts at a misconception is like tossing pebbles at a window. To break the window, U must organize the pebbles into something like a chunk of concrete.
Learning from history is tough, even for those who remember it.