Monthly Archives: July 2012

I’m ‘Merican, a victim of public schooling, and a blogger. It should be happy I’m literate at all. Spell check is a metaphor for the government. Continue reading →

The following post has no point or defining theme: What is it with Gershwin? It’s almost embarrassing to like his fluff derived of showtunes and lullabies; yet he was brilliant. If you can sit on my porch swing in July and not hear “Summertime” you’re a mutant. Continue reading →

Until recently the world was a better place. This is because I did not own Crocs. Continue reading →

Don’t let the whiners and their creeping weakness get to you.  Our nation is just as awesome as ever. Make noise and celebrate, for today we commemorate a most improbable event.  A bunch of rednecks bumpkins told the most powerful … Continue reading →

It isn’t Stuxnet but for some reason my spell check keeps deciding I’m British.  It defaults to favourite instead of favorite.  (And it flags my proper redneck spelling as incorrect.  The nerve!)  It probably thinks I drive a lorry and … Continue reading →