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. With more control than just clicking the [Reblog] button would provide, this post is what amounts to a reblog of a recent collaboration.
«Because this is America, the 82-year-old hands that used to pick someone else’s cotton went to the polls and picked her youngest son to be a United States Senator.»
~ Raphael Warnock (newly elected US Senator from Georgia) in his victory speech on 2021-01-05
Tho I am not quite old enough to have been following the news on 1942-11-10, I remember what Winston Churchill said then to mark the victory at El Alamein.
«Let’s twist and ripple …» «Maybe tomorrow. Still sore from yesterday. I pulled red line duty and …» «Hmmm. Let’s just …»
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.
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?
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.
Mellow Curmudgeon 