Monthly Archives: December 2019

[Warning: Argos are weird machines that attract loons like me and inspire fierce loyalty among their owners. I risk their ire. I set out to test one in my own whackdoodle manner, for fun. In our modern era, people form … Continue reading →

It was a dark and stormy night… Okay, it wasn’t dark and it wasn’t stormy and it wasn’t night but my attitude was plenty gloomy. As if mother nature was giving me the finger, it was bright out. It was … Continue reading →

I often schedule a post to go live on autopilot while I’m off gallivanting about. I had “Babylon Bee Covers The Story” set to go live a few days ago. I’ve been offline a bit and it simply didn’t go … Continue reading →

[Note: I wrote this post shortly after a tragedy. The press (as is their wont) went into rut, dry humping everything in site about gun control. I decided to leave this post in cold storage lest it inflame passions in … Continue reading →

Shampeachment II: The Trumpening continues and Trump seems to be surfing it like a boss. I have a bit of sympathy for the devil here. (I’m talking only about Nancy Pelosi as the devil.) I’m sure Pelosi knew impeachment was … Continue reading →

I wimped on a bet that Trump wouldn’t cross 55% in the Rasmussen poll by 12/31/19. He’s at 51% right now and I chickened out when he was at 52% (on the day they announced House Impeachment proceedings.) So… the … Continue reading →

Breaking report… a sure bet looks hazy now! Here’s a summary of recent political events: “I’ve got you this time, Brer Rabbit,” said Brer Fox, jumping up and shaking off the dust. “You’ve sassed me for the very last time. … Continue reading →

[Background: I have a pittance in a prediction market as a stand against insanity. This is an analysis I wrote this about a month ago. If it seems dated because we’ve since contacted intelligent interstellar life and/or impeached Trump for … Continue reading →

[Background: I have a pittance in a prediction market. It’s my stand against insanity. Fools are induced to run around like maniacs (and the press loves it when they do) but that’s because they don’t really have skin in the … Continue reading →