Poo Poo Heads and Weasels

привет россии

“I can see Russia from my house!” Well, I can’t but they can see me … or if not me, my website.  I don’t know why, but I’ve been getting hits on my site from Russia. Not just Russia, but Moscow.  You know, Trump's bosses. At first, it was once every month or two, but lately I’ve been getting daily hits, sometimes more than one a day. It’s sort of spooky. Are they bots?  And if they are bots, why am I drawing attention?  It’s no secret I’m not a fan of the current resident of the White House,

Restroom Wars

I’ve decided to weigh in on this whole gender restroom thing that is being so hotly debated by the courts and state legislators … of mostly southern states I can’t help but notice. First of all, speaking as a guy, I don’t mind if women, whether identifying as men or women, come in our restroom. I’d really rather have a woman next to me in the stall wanting to know if I had a ‘square to spare’ than former Congressman Larry Craig trying to play footsies with me.  And if there are any women who’d

God Save the Queen

God Save the Queen! Er, what Queen? The Queen of England, of course. Queen Elizabeth. What do you mean, ‘of course’? She’s the Queen of the Royal Family. What ‘Royal Family’? Why, Meghan Markel, Prince Harry, Prince Philip, the Price of Wales and all that. You know, the Royals! Um, they aren’t my Royal Family … or yours, either, if you’re American. We divorced them in 1776 and again in 1812. But, but.. Princess Di. We loved her. Yes we did, everyone did, and what happened to her was tragic. But