If you’ve read this blog of late, you know I’ve written a fair amount about Tanya Esposito•Tatiana Ibrahim •Tanya Brahimi•MC Mellie Slick, the Carmel, N.Y.-based mother who is my home region’s face and voice and mouth of Critical Race Theory resistance. Now, she’s jumping into a slightly different arena—deciding which
Dear Anthony Sherman: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! This morning I saw your courageous Tweet about NFL teams requiring COVID bracelets to identify those who have been vaccinated and those who have not. Here it is … Again, thank you. What this world needs, now more than ever, is
Received this e-mail a few moments ago … To say I love this e-mail is to delve into the greatest of understatement. It features all the hallmarks of excellence. In no particular order … • Irrational and inexplicable capitalization. • “Friends” “in” “quotes.” Are they not my friends? Or “friends”?
So if you’ve been following this blog of late, you know I’ve written quite a bit about Tatiana Tanya Ibrahim, the batshit crazy Carmel, N.Y. parent who is all about so-called Critical Race Theory shaming and MAGA and barking and yelling and screaming and making people who disagree with her
An update on Tatiana Tanya. Today she appeared on the Texas Latino Conservative channel. She mentioned COVID, and called the vaccine a “mandated poison.” A mandated poison. As the delta variant ravages America. She then called the Black Panthers “evil.” Because, of course, they’re evil. Tanya knows. Because, um …
Dear Tatiana: First off, your name isn’t “Tatiana.” It’s Tanya. I just wanted to make you aware of that, in case you forgot. You’re Tanya. You’ve been going by Tatiana for, what, a month now? Six weeks? Half a year? It sounds real classy. Stick with it. Second, you’re full
It’s July 4. How should I feel? The cliched answer is, “Grateful.” And maybe that’s the correct answer, too. Grateful to live in a democracy. Grateful to live in a place that’s provided immense opportunities. Grateful to be in beautiful Southern California, miles from the coastline. But … I dunno.
So this morning, for the first time in 1 1/2 years, I returned to my local basketball court to play Saturday pickup. I didn’t know what to expect. Truly, I didn’t. My last game was played in February 2020—a long stretch for a normal body, a loooooooong stretch for a