Musing

A reader doesn’t like my writing, doesn’t like me. But keeps coming back. I respond.

It’s not so much what Kavanaugh did or didn’t do. It’s his response to facially plausible allegations that renders him unfit.

Call me naive, but… If Kavanaugh is confirmed, this country is in for one hell of a generational shitstorm. And I’m utterly devastated.

NYT columnist Bret Stephens writes what he intends to be a balanced consideration of the accusations against Brett Kavanaugh. He fails, and, instead, aligns himself with the misogynists who run our government.

Kavanaugh’s response to the accusation against him reveals his unfitness to serve. And, his fundamental unfitness to call himself an honorable man.

Google is PISSING ME OFF.

Why I’m wearing a tie, why she painted her toes.

There’s something dead inside of me. Also, sirens.

The perils of scheduling posts.

My mind mystifies me. On the one hand, I crave certainty. On the other, I crave risk.