In my humble opinion, of all life’s guilty pleasures, nothing beats sleeping late on a Sunday morning in the company of someone who loves you. Of course, the fact of the matter is that, thanks to some punk virus that came out of a Chinese bat’s keister, Cerise and I have not had a truly… Continue reading Karen and Tom’s Excellent Consultation
Yesterday, I received an encrypted IM from Gretchen about scheduling a new appointment: Some guy named Mark Meadows called. Claimed he works at the White House. Sounded like a complete backwoods hick with a deep-fried redneck accent that would embarrass Larry the Cable Guy. It appears he’s what happens when southerners marry their cousins for… Continue reading MAGA 2: Electric Boogaloo
One thing I have noticed about working from home exclusively during the coronavirus crisis is that my clients have begun to figure that Sundays are as good as any other day to request an appointment. Back before the DMV regional lockdown, there used to be a distinction, but not any more. And strangely enough, I… Continue reading Show Me the Ventilators!
The global coronavirus pandemic has fully arrived in the United States in general and the Washington DC metropolitan area in particular. Breaking with our usual local traditions regarding foreign visitors, however, we did not throw it a parade. And while its arrival did not completely reduce Washington to a ghost town, the streets of the… Continue reading A Spectre is Haunting America and Its Name is Stupidity
Thursday evening after work, I stopped by the Round Robin Bar, as I often do. About halfway through my Macallan 18 on the rocks, Higganbotham slid into the booth next to me and tossed an envelope on the cocktail table. “Count it,” he said. I knew Higganbotham, as most Beltway insiders do, as a notorious… Continue reading Pence the Possible Patsy for a Plague