A Confederacy of Dittoheads Waves the Stars and Bars

Cerise and I were enjoying breakfast in bed Sunday morning when the caller ID displayed a familiar number which, nevertheless, had not appeared there for quite a while – it was the mobile phone number of my dear brother-in-law, Hank. As regular readers of this Web log know, Hank ran off to West Virginia with… Continue reading A Confederacy of Dittoheads Waves the Stars and Bars

Police Chief Mark Kessler – Unsafe At Any Caliber

The City Zen restaurant is located in the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, on Maryland Avenue here in Washington.  This means, of course, that the hotel guests come there to dine, and so it was that last night, as Cerise and I were enjoying our desserts of raspberry pavolova and tarte tatin, respectively, prior to departing for an… Continue reading Police Chief Mark Kessler – Unsafe At Any Caliber

GOP and Dems Alike, Everybody Wants to Pound Julia

Poor Mexico – so far from God, and so close to the United States. – Mexican folk aphorism, often erroneously attributed to José de la Cruz Porfirio Díaz Mori Cinco de Mayo isn’t Mexican Independence Day; that’s September 16.  It isn’t the date of the Mexican Constitution – that’s February 5.  It isn’t the date… Continue reading GOP and Dems Alike, Everybody Wants to Pound Julia

Media Matter Mess Attracts a Mercenary Muse

Cerise is out of town on business this weekend, and Twinkle is staying overnight at the vet, leaving me, so I thought, alone for the day.  What’s more, I am completely caught up on my work, too.  Therefore, I figured I’d relax on the sofa at home with the latest editions of Harpers, the Atlantic… Continue reading Media Matter Mess Attracts a Mercenary Muse