When my wife and I watched the test-strip turn “pink” on a cold winter evening in January of 2000, we immediately went into full “Expecting our First Child” mode: We bought life insurance, car baby-carriers, kitchen cabinet safety latches, the works. We even bought new smoke detectors. The old ones were yellowing, and the batteries were all crusted with green corrosion. Not good. But, as | Read More »
A little noticed article from the Tulsa World, dated August 2, 2010: Lolita Lebron, a Puerto Rican independence activist who spent 25 years in prison for participating in a gun attack on the U.S. Congress a half-century ago, died Sunday. She was 90. This was the lead story on all three major networks, the New York Times, and so on. Oh, wait. It wasn’t. In | Read More »
It was the last Thanksgiving we were all together in the childhood incarnation of my family home. That late autumn of 1974, Grampa Rosen came to our house one last time. His wife–my Gramma–had died earlier that spring. By March of the following year, he, too, would follow Gramma into the glow of eternity… On that night, though, amongst the billowing vapors of warm tastiness | Read More »
From “An American Life“, by Ronald Reagan: I believe that we are going to have a woman president, possibly during my life, and I’ve often thought the best way to pave the for this was to first nominate and elect a woman as vice-president. But, I think Mondale made a serious mistake when he picked Geraldine Ferraro as his running mate. In my view, he | Read More »
From the diaries by Erick Well, those crazy, right-wing, nut-job teabaggers have breached the palace gates, and are marauding around like barbarian hordes, unwashed, in cheap Joseph A. Bank off-the-peg suits, froth dribbling from their open mouths, looking for some Guinevere to rape and pillage. Starting today, Washington is under siege. These stump-toothed yokels, after disembarking from Jed Clampett’s Model “T” truck, are stomping and | Read More »
Happy New Year to All of You in RedState Land-! And, in case you find yourself in a "When Harry Met Sally" moment, as a Convenient Field Guide, here’s the actual lyrics by Mr. Burns Auld Lang Syne… Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne* ? CHORUS: For auld lang syne, my jo, for | Read More »
You can blame “Who Wants to be a Millionaire?“… For reasons now hidden from history, Who Wants to be a Millionaire wasn’t considered your garden-variety quiz show when it debuted in 2000. No, it was America’s first “reality show“. In whatever category it was placed, though, it was boffo, ratings-wise, for ABC. At the apex of it’s popularity, WWTBAM was on three nights a week, | Read More »
Barack Obama is just a man: A guy that grew up without a dad, who often asked his mama, "when is Papa coming home?" She’d temporize, and eventually Barack came to the heartbreaking conclusion that his dad would never come home. It must have left a hole in his heart that never really healed. How could it? Let us ponder this lonely child for a | Read More »
It’s official. Some poll we’ve never heard of has determined, within .009% probability, that Mitt Romney is “electable”, and that Sarah Palin is “unelectable”. Well, now that we’ve gotten THAT out of the way, why even bother having an election in 2012? Why waste time with all these piddling debates, all that shoe-leather campaigning, and primaries, for heaven’s sake? These polls seem to be piling | Read More »
There is the iconic scene in "A Charlie Brown Christmas" where Linus and Charlie Brown are out shopping for a tree to include in their Christmas Pageant. They stroll together through the quietly falling snow, guided by searchlights to the Christmas tree lot, where they are surrounded by all manner of 1960′s Christmas trees: gold ones, pink ones, red ones, each laden with garland and | Read More »
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