I like to “do” other countries and cities. That way I’m done with them for ever because “doing” them means you’ve completely exhausted all their benefits in a week or two and have absolutely no need to do so ever again. I’ve already “done”London, Rome, Paris, Athens, and Madrid.

Why do we need therapists when we have bartenders?

When we kids played “Cowboys and Indians” we immediately and instinctively divided ourselves into “good’uns” and “bad’uns”. No equivocation, no nuance, no pissing around with “balance” or “did he have a happy childhood?” bullshit. No, we kids had MORAL CLARITY!!!!

Would it be an oversimplification to say that the less attractive the actor the better the acting? By necessity?

Whenever things turn to shit I ponder whether it’s the End Of Civilization or just another mindfuck on our ride through Eternity.

One time I forgot to observe the dictum, what happened in Vegas stays in Vegas, and my wife divorced me.

The birds around my place don’t seem to have much in the way of initiative. I left stuff out the back hours ago and it’s still there.

Apparently God-made Climate Change existed Millenia before the Man-made variety put in an appearance:

Another excerpt of Edward Shils’ laser-like analysis:

From Edward Shils’ “Observations On Some Tribulations Of Civility” (1980, with a few revisions in 1992).

This is the book I constantly go to understand what’s happening now. Thing is, most of the essays are over forty years old.

Are ”fascists” just half-arsed Nazis? So they still have room for even more depravity? Or are the two synonymous?

I know I’ve mastered a subject when I can put it all into one catchy slogan.

I’m hoping to evade the process of dying by simply transforming this unpleasantness into “passing”.

The thing you need to understand about the Left is all they’ve done is to take egalitarianism to its logical conclusion. So if you happen to be a hopeless piece of shit who’s spent half your life in prison and has bad breath to boot it’s because some evil motherfucker backed by

“Doggerel” is when the demands of rhyme overpower the demands of sense.

Do you think whoever came up with the expression, “between a rock and a hard place” struggled to find a suitable synonym?

This divisiveness has to stop. All you scumbags over there: stop dividing us, you motherfuckers!

Whenever anybody gets their comeuppance I feel a sense of aesthetic relief.

The great thing about having an ideology is that you know the answer even before you’ve asked the question.