The sweet winds of the South have kissed the palisades of the Potomac about three weeks early this year – thanks, no doubt, to global warming. So it’s a serendipitous jump start for Real Estate Raping Season, that local annual Rite of Spring which dawns with the first crocus blossoms pushing through the melting snow… Continue reading Subprimal Scream
Copy Cats
Portermain is a division director for career policy at the Office of Personnel Management. The federal government bends over backward in its efforts to be fair, consistent and politically correct while coddling the lazy, overpaid, untalented, ignorant and generally stupid people who work for it. Making sure that happens is Portermain’s job. Not that he… Continue reading Copy Cats
Dulce Bellum Inexpertis
Back in the day, when I was growing up in Little Italy, you had to be street wise, even if your family wasn’t Mafia. Now, back in the day, “street wise” in Little Italy, whether it was the one in Manhattan, where I come from, or Boston, Chicago or anywhere else that has a Little… Continue reading Dulce Bellum Inexpertis
Sealed with a Click
I’m a sucker for a Starbucks caramel macchiato. I usually restrain myself to a large, but yesterday, I went for the venti. Guess what – Kyle Sampson loves them, too. Kyle, as you may have heard, is the former chief of staff to US Attorney General Alberto Gonzales, and also, yet another member of the My… Continue reading Sealed with a Click
Dial M for Madam
There are plenty of places near DC to hold secret conferences about prostitution scandals. But on Friday, I found myself driving all the way up US Route 95. On the outskirts of Baltimore are a number of nondescript, inconsequential and mostly unknown municipalities. One of these is named Glen Burnie, Maryland. It’s truly a place… Continue reading Dial M for Madam