The Donald Went Down to Georgia

After work last Thursday evening, I arrived at my home in Great Falls, Virginia around eight, poured myself three fingers of Glenmorangie 21 on some Icelandic glacier shards and settled down on the couch to relax listening to a rare direct-to-disk recording of Bernstein conducting the Vienna Philharmonic in a performance of Mahler’s Eighth Symphony… Continue reading The Donald Went Down to Georgia

And Now, the Perfect Perp Walk

As regular readers of this Web Log know, April 1 is my birthday. And given the nature of this blog’s content, what could be more appropriate? Being the wealthiest member of the extended family to which I belong, my birthday celebrations are, of course, not like most folk’s – after all, what do you get… Continue reading And Now, the Perfect Perp Walk

GOP Trumpsters Contemplate Orange as the New Black

Omicron having driven most of my clientele back into their little Zoom boxes, Gretchen rescheduled the remainder of the consultations to be held during the month of January in my downtown Washington DC office for Mondays and Wednesdays. Even then, there are significant gaps in those days which she has been filling with remote sessions… Continue reading GOP Trumpsters Contemplate Orange as the New Black

Hot Seat Chaps Scavino’s Kiester

As the end of of this month draws near, so approaches what I like to call the beginning of SuperNewHallowGivingMas, that extended period between the thirty-first of October and Super Bowl Sunday, where a plethora of festive occasions and holidays jostle one another, jammed into the calendar cheek by jowl, like shoppers at a Macy’s… Continue reading Hot Seat Chaps Scavino’s Kiester

Tom Scrapes the Bottom of the Barrel – For Free, No Less

As June 2021 here in the Nation’s Capital, along with the cacophony of the cicadas, fades into history, and the Fourth of July impends, with its promise of hot barbecue, cold brewskis and bright fireworks thundering in the sky for a half hour or so, Joe Biden still struggles to get the rational but reluctant… Continue reading Tom Scrapes the Bottom of the Barrel – For Free, No Less