Month: February 2018

In the Airport Club Lounge, Monday Morning

I’m typing this while sitting in an airport club lounge. I’m partial to the airline club lounges, as it allows me to wait for my flight without having to be out in what the airline industry calls “General Population.”   Come to think of it, I think that’s something from the prison industry, but who’s counting?

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“My Story of My MyPillow”

There are certain things that just have a way of getting burned into your brain.  Things you can never un-see or forget.  Like that nasty car crash that you passed by on the highway, or the first time you went to a funeral and saw a dead body, or the first time you saw Kathy

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Debating Tucker Carlson (and what to expect if you’re going to appear on “Tucker Carlson Tonight”)

After watching people get trounced regularly on “Tucker Carlson Tonight,” I’m going to give all of you some pointers on how to actually spar with Carlson, and what you can expect to happen. First, Carlson, who is always extremely polite, will greet you and thank you for coming on his show.  He will then ask

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I Wish I Was An Olympian (For The Sex, Of Course)

(From 2016) I wish I was an Olympian. No, not because I would love to be so talented at a sport that my home country would send me to a gathering where the best athletes in the world congregate once every four years (I’m ignoring the Winter Olympics here, because they won’t continue the most

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