"Aren’t you the same anti-beef screamers blogging hate from your comfy leather office chairs, wrapped in your fashionable leather belts above your kickin’ new leather pumps you bought because your celebrity idols (who sport fur and crocodile purses) grinned in a tabloid wearing the exact same Louboutins exiting sleek cowhide covered limo seats on their way to some liberal fundraiser shindig at some sushi bar that features poor dead smelly roe (that I used to strip from our Bristol Bay-caught fish, and in a Dillingham cannery I packed those castoff fish eggs for you while laughing with co-workers about the suckers paying absurdly high prices to party with the throw away parts of our wild seafood)?"
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Ian Welsh's essays always provide the most light around (not to overlook
his commenters who flesh things out nicely, so to speak). Mark Pontin
January 20, ...
A Trap for Santa!
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This year...this crappy, crappy year...we're going all out, with our first
major multimedia holiday special!
By which I mean, I told Jeff I wasn't feeling ...
The Central Scrrrrewwwwwwwwwwtinizer
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For my money, or the lack thereof, no Zappa character says Zappa to me like
"The Central Scrutinizer," the narrator on Joe's Garage (November, 1979).
It'...
COVID-19 Diary - She's Gone
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The hardest part of any writing assignment is how to begin. When the
writing assignment is your mother’s obituary, it might be best to work
backward.
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apologies for my absence
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skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
What I Did For Love
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When my daughter was born, the paternal instincts kicked. I feared for her
safety. It became my responsibility to protect her and to provid for and
see tha...