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*Literally translated, “When the Messiah Comes.” In actual usage, a sarcastic/dismissive response, to, for example, “When can I/we_____?” or “When will you/they______?” in reply,...
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*Literally translated, “When the Messiah Comes.” In actual usage, a sarcastic/dismissive response, to, for example, “When can I/we_____?” or “When will you/they______?” in reply,...
I gather, from a Facebook post this morning, that another cartoonist has joined the ranks of those afflicted by Shmuckholm Syndrome. Oh, well. In...
…AND, OF COURSE, TRIGGER WARNINGS I spend considerable time in hotel rooms, eighty days a year on average. This past month, I spent ten...
“I don’t want everyone to like me; I should think less of myself if some people did.” ...
…PERHAPS IT’S TIME TO RECONSIDER THE MEANING OF FRIENDSHIP.” I come from an avowedly left-wing family, its politics dating back to well before the...
I had been tweaking a substack piece about my misreading of popular culture, and my struggle to finally understand it, before I left the...
YOU CAN WORK AT WHAT YOU LOVE EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE — IT’S STILL FUCKING WORK. I was born in 1950. I am...
UNSAFE AT ANY SPEED. Four years ago, on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the Woodstock Art, Music, and overflowing portable toilet festival,...
…BUT FAIR I’ve long lost count of the number of times I’ve seen A CHORUS LINE, at one time the longest running show on...
…And over familiarity. I am often taken to task by enthusiasts for my dismissive, ruthless and callous dismissal of much, if not most, of...
… ESTIMATION OF THE AUDIENCE, OF COURSE. I have to assume that most of you who read these screeds are at least marginally aware...
RIMSHOT! We’re here all week. Try the veal. Tip your waitress. And drive home safely. But seriously, folks… Most, if not all, of you...
I’ve read a number of dismissive posts in regard to YOU PEOPLE, the latest, and typically fatuous, version of GUESS WHO’S COMING TO DINNER,...
I spent the first thirty-five years of my life in New York City. For the record, and I assume many of you who are...
(With no apologies whatsoever to that fucking Norman Podhoretz.) I’ve told the story frequently, if not incessantly, of how I was introduced to comic...
SO WE’RE FUCKED, RIGHT? AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY. I have occasionally, to be honest, frequently, reposted a long piece I wrote a...
I’ve been traveling again this past year, airborne every few weeks or so, and the evidence would indicate that the number of apparently insecure...
Well Now, Just Hold On There a Minute… I’m a longtime member of a spiritual fellowship, a rambling, disorganized and inept quasi-organization, of which...
No era, no civilization, no society has ever had a premium on mediocrity. It has always been with us—or one must assume this is...
I recently made the tactical mistake, not to mention the social gaffe, of disagreeing with someone on his page, in regard to a post,...
Blaming what is essentially an endless epidemic of mass murder on mental health issues, while simultaneously embracing narratives of pedophile rings run out of...
I have been party of late to talk about the decline of the American sense of humor. This situation is of course wide open...
The 1619 PROJECT apparently confirms for the right that the New York Times is a tool of the left. The recent editorial about free...
…THE VIRTUE OF AGONY. The death of the actor William Hurt, besides the loss of such an extraordinarily sly and nuanced talent, and separate,...