Monthly Archives: November 2017

I made an editorial mistake in my last story. By the time you read this it will have been corrected. However, in the interest of transparency I’ll mention it here: Rand Paul is from Kentucky and he was injured in … Continue reading →

What happens next is one of those black swan events that nobody (except Cokie Roberts) saw coming. Delightfully, this one made the world a better place. Suddenly, possibly due to climate change, a blizzard swept in and blocked every street. … Continue reading →

“Are you idiots finished?” Trump (or his hair) fumes. There’s a general shuffling of feet and murmuring but yes, the remaining audience has indeed calmed down. Oddly, Rand Paul and Harry Reid are both missing. A sketchy individual had been … Continue reading →

Front steps of the White House, President Trump is speaking. “My fellow Americans, my hair and I are here to present to you, the American people, (and the American people are awesome, just like my hair) the turkey for today’s … Continue reading →

I’m still on a pattern of light posting here at Curmudgeon Compound. Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I just have things to do and shit to avoid (i.e. anything in the news). We all know life is work first and … Continue reading →

I’m still on hiatus and more or less off line but I bumped into this at Knuckledgaggin My Life Away and it was just so perfect (and seasonally appropriate) that I had to put it here too. Great song!

I haven’t been online in a week or so, probably won’t return again for another week. Hence the light posting. In the meantime, I will neither confirm nor deny the authenticity of the thumbdrive with 30,000 “unofficial” state department e-mails … Continue reading →