Ditch the Olympics
Whatever dignity or utility the Modern Olympics might have had is gone. Let’s make 2026 the last one.
Whatever dignity or utility the Modern Olympics might have had is gone. Let’s make 2026 the last one.
It is very disturbing to read or hear self-described conservative women, some of them patriotic Southerners, who use off-color diction, such as saying this or that “s-cks”–and please don’t tell me you don’t know the reference–or “p-ssed off” and dozen of other childish attempts to sound tough.
The other day I replied to a Twitter post by Secretary Hegseth in which he had accused Anthropic, a leading AI developer, of trying to seize power over the Pentagon.
We’ll know more in a couple of days. But here’s one result from yesterday’s elections around Trumpland. Someone named Mel tweeted: “Voter turnout is in the toilet for Republicans.” R+7 = Republican 7-point registration advantage.
I was about 35 during the Iranian Hostage Crisis, and in the village where I lived, someone I had known slightly–he was everyone else’s cousin–returned from Iran, where he was an executive with Aramco.
The body bags are starting to come home from Trump’s Iran War. Your sons and daughters, or those of your friends, relatives and neighbors. Once again: Rich man’s war, poor man’s fight. Why isn’t Barron Trump fighting?
A frank discussion, not for children, of the recent spate of killings by males pretending to be females
Today I want to step away from the sonata form and do things the other way round. First the development, then the exposition.