A relationship-building exercise during quarantine.
In previous weeks, my wife, each of my kids, and my mother-in-law won. This week was my turn.
I am not yet sick from the corona, but I am sick of him.
In today’s divisive (and warming) climate, we need things that bond us together.
Republicans dive head-first into a cesspool of hypocrisy.
My children will inherit a morally and financially bankrupt nation in a world unfit for human habitation.
What’s wrong with refusing to grapple with a girl in high school wrestling when you happen to be a boy? Everything.
I keep finding echoes of the present within past movies and commentary.
Last night, I rewatched Gladiator (2000), starring Russell Crowe, and heard a number of lines I thought apropos to current events.
Can Dominion give me royalties for the pig shit power idea?