I received a pretty email this morning from the pretty Persimmon Tree, An Online Magazine of the Arts By Women Over Sixty, and as those of you who have paid attention know (and there will be a quiz) I more or less am a woman over, gulp, sixty.

This presents a problem. Read the rest of this entry »

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Shit. I might as well quit blogging. Do you know, I started in on Rummy, whoa, more than a year ago—the truth, she moves anthills. Course I don’t exactly have Washington’s ear and if I did, would they listen? Absolutely not. What I have observed is that people want to do things their own way; two, I am about as diplomatic as a trailer-shy mule, and three, it is my life’s work to express the universal disgust with these tragic buffoons, from the sidelines, using as few foul words as possible. Or at least no more than are called for.

Which means staying away from MH, TRP. (My Hero, The Rude Pundit.) Though it is no more his failing than mine that certain aspects of lying asshole-ism can only be accurately nailed with what Tom Wolfe called “Fuck Patois.” Read the rest of this entry »