Paula Deen’s N-Word Problem Only Tip of Iceberg

My very first consultation on Thursday morning was with Dr. Omunika Tyronenette Shabazz, Vice Director of the Center for Political Correctness here in Washington DC.  The purpose of her visit became clear almost immediately. “Mr. Collins,” she opened as she picked up the heavy, leather upholstered chair positioned to the right of my desk and… Continue reading Paula Deen’s N-Word Problem Only Tip of Iceberg

Most Likely Reason for IRS Tea Party 501(c)(4) Imbroglio Identified

The media have been reporting a boat load of horrific stories lately, and with the apprehension of alleged multiple kidnapper, rapist and dungeon keeper Ariel Castro in Cleveland, it all got to be a bit too much for my girlfriend Cerise.  “I’m going to the zoo this weekend, Tom,” she announced to me on Thursday,… Continue reading Most Likely Reason for IRS Tea Party 501(c)(4) Imbroglio Identified

Niall Ferguson’s Paradigm Which Dare Not Speak Its Name

As regular readers of this Web log know, I have no problem with clients who prefer to remain anonymous.  They don’t qualify for free initial consultations, of course, but I do ensure that the price of anonymity is, as we say here in Washington, de minimus – the cost of a mere thirty minutes of… Continue reading Niall Ferguson’s Paradigm Which Dare Not Speak Its Name

Cyprus Peers into the Abyss of Default and Winks

Friday night at the Round Robin Bar, I spied Hambis Gaurospore Gamotinmanasu, First Attaché for Economic Policy at the Cypriot Embassy here in Washington DC.  There’s this Mediterranean brandy, Metaxa, which is considered a bit déclassé, for the most part.  The Round Robin stocks the top-of-the-line item, Metaxa Grande Fine – in the back, of course… Continue reading Cyprus Peers into the Abyss of Default and Winks

Will the Man Rule Motown when Detroit Goes Bankrupt?

Late yesterday afternoon, I had an appointment with LaShawn Shakeel Tervarious Jefferson, of the Detroit, Michigan Finance Department.  He distinguished himself by arriving fifteen minutes late and then spending an additional ten hitting on Gretchen before her insistent IMs caused me to exit my office and pry him away from the reception desk. “Mighty fine young… Continue reading Will the Man Rule Motown when Detroit Goes Bankrupt?