Wow. I mean, wow.
OK, so yesterday I blogged about James Potts, the Alabaman who is running for governor. I noted how he’s, well, crazy; how he thinks Muslims do not deserve displays in public, how school prayer is OK, etc … etc. Since I don’t cover politics (hence, no conflict of interest), I
Smokin’ Potts
There are a handful of Republicans running for governor in Alabama right now, and they are quite, well, dumb. When recently asked, all agreed teachers in public schools should be allowed to lead a class in voluntary prayer, and almost all say the Bible should be taught. The whole mob
No balls
Mark McGwire issued a statement today. Hold your hats, because this is shocking. No, SHOCKING. No, SHOCKING!!! He used steroids. Yes, it is true. Mark McGwire used steroids. HGH, too. I can’t believe it. First, here’s the statement, which was delivered to the Associated Press: “Now that I have become
A tale of two wallets
About a year ago, by wife’s grandmother bought me a new wallet. It is black and leather, and I’m sure it wasn’t cheap. Now, sadly, it has died. Here, take a look: I’ve had it with “nice” wallets.” They always fall apart, especially if you stuff them with mounds of
Giving
When one writes a book, he/she will get asked to donate signed copies to different sorts of charitable auctions. I’m not being cocky about this—I’ve been asked dozens of times, but I know it has nothing to do with the quality of the work and everything to do with an
Inconsistent drivel
Remember back in 2003, when the Dixie Chicks were tarred and feathered after their lead singer told a London audience that, “we don’t want this war, this violence, and we’re ashamed that the President of the United States is from Texas” Remember how angry so many people were? Remember the
Hate mail
Sometimes I am so blown away by the angry e-mails I receive that I post them here. Today, I received the worst one ever. It read, simply: I am so glad they cut off your head in Pakistan. This is clearly a reference to Daniel Pearl, the Wall Street Journal
The Magic Hour
Back in 1998, I shared an apartment on Manhattan’s Upper East Side with Russ Bengtson, my ol’ University of Delaware chum who at the time was working as an editor at Slam Magazine. Our pad was located two flights above the Empire Wok Chinese restaurant, which meant: A) You could
The Who
Look, I like The Who. I really do. But can anyone here explain to me: A. Why they’re the halftime entertainment at the Super Bowl? B. Why NBC keeps hyping them as the halftime entertainment at the Super Bowl? It makes me sad my Grandma Mollie is deceased, because at