Our son, teenage smart aleck
Write an innocent post offering Christmas wishes, while simultaneously poking fun at agnostics and atheists, and what do you get? This is what you get.
He’s 17.
Write an innocent post offering Christmas wishes, while simultaneously poking fun at agnostics and atheists, and what do you get? This is what you get.
He’s 17.
Ran those fun little polls yesterday on 2015’s Best Politician, Best Political Advisor, and Best Political Strategy. Check out the results for the several hundred who voted, below. It wasn’t even close.
Here’s what you said as of this hour:
And while I am on the topic, the world’s worst journalist – TWWSNBN – still holds that title. Sending out one of your bosses to harangue me won’t help, big guy. It’ll just persuade me to keep doing it for the next, say, twenty years or so.
Somewhere, a couple guys are laughing.
…goes to this Rosie DiManno gem in today’s Star. In it, DiManno commences by castigating comments, and looks completely ridiculous by the end. A short-form DiManno, herewith:
It’s a competitive category, but I think we have a winner for the Most Dishonest Column of the Month Award, folks!
Daughter Two and me are seeing the Cancer Bats at the Hard Luck tonight (Bjorn and Lala bailed; got a spare ticket for whoever wants it). It’s a Christmas tradition – taking in the Bats, or the Flatliners, as they all head back to their Canuckistan home for the holidays.
Here’s Daughter’s fave CB tune, Lucifer’s Rocking Chair. God, I love these guys. See you in the pit (or near it).
It’s that time of year, when newspaper space gets filled with Highly-Subjective™ best-of lists. I have my personal preferences, to be sure, but I wanted to hear from y’all, first. So here’s three Highly-Scientific™ polls, representing three main categories: best politician, best political advisor, and best political campaign strategy.
Now, I would ask that you resist the temptation to do what too many North of the Queensway ink-stained wretches do: that is, call the winners of elections heroes, and dismiss the losers as zeroes. But you control your cursor, not me. If you want to be Captain Obvious, that’s your problem.
Herewith and hereupon, then, the Highly-Scientific™ Polls. Vote now, vote often!
Because, in fairness, I didn’t permit comments for the longest time – which itself gave rise to a separate web site, not affiliated with me, so that people could comment on my commentary. Seriously.
But now I have some of the best regular commenters around. They span the ideological spectrum, and they have very different personalities, but they’re great. I very rarely need to invoke the “comment rules,” found here.
That all said, I sort of understand where the Star is coming from:
When you eyeball the cyber-sewer found beneath most mainstream media web site stories, I frankly don’t blame the Star for taking this action. Who wants to provide a forum for the libel and hate spewed by dickless, gormless wonders who wear their jammies all day and live in mommy’s basement? Not the Star. Not me.
But, on this here web site, not blog, you smart folks out there are always welcome.
But behave, okay?