Denial Ain’t Just a River in Egypt

Thursday, as everyone on the planet (everyone, that is, who isn’t living off the grid in a yurt, cave, grass shack, mud hut or hand-built log cabin without their own source of electricity, a satellite dish or telephone line and/or just running around buck naked in a rain forest with a bone through their nose,… Continue reading Denial Ain’t Just a River in Egypt

1,000 Pound Gorillas R Us

Most Sundays, either Cerise sleeps over at my house in Great Falls, Virginia, or we spend Saturday night at her place and go out for brunch somewhere swanky in the morning.  But this week, she’s away on vacation, traveling with friends to Chincoteague Island for the annual pony roundup festival.  Chincoteague is, of course, the… Continue reading 1,000 Pound Gorillas R Us

So THAT’S Why We All Can’t Just Get Along!

Rahm Emanuel sent James River Rice, one of his top flunkies, over to see me today.  Mr. Rice nervously proffered a thumb drive as he sat down next to me at my desk and gestured anxiously at the computer monitor. “Go ahead,” he prompted, “put this in and listen to the sound file.” “No problem,” I… Continue reading So THAT’S Why We All Can’t Just Get Along!

Big Swinging Dick Gets Tom in the Basement

I had to work late last night.  Consequently, it was well after ten when I finally made it down to the deserted parking garage in the basement of the building where my downtown office here in Washington is located.  “Collins!” I heard a harsh voice whisper as I approached my car. Now, as regular readers… Continue reading Big Swinging Dick Gets Tom in the Basement