I’m Coming out of the Closet
I have decided that I am “coming out of the closet” as well. Yes, me. It’s time for me to be my true self! I have decided to self-identify as the Director of the Alabama Space and Rocket Center.
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
I have decided that I am “coming out of the closet” as well. Yes, me. It’s time for me to be my true self! I have decided to self-identify as the Director of the Alabama Space and Rocket Center.
“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”
― Albert Einstein
Political Satire: Having trouble surviving these times? You’re not alone. Join us in columnist John F. Di Leo’s exploration of an alternate universe, where we imagine the impossible: Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the …
Hi. You don’t know me. I don’t know you. We’re strangers. But we’re the same, sort of. Only chances are, you drive a nicer car than I do. In fact I guarantee you drive a nicer car.
Picture a world where the Constitution guarantees every citizen the right to keep and bear zombie-fighting drones.
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
An idealistic teenager, living in the 51st ward of a fictional city in middle America, volunteers at the local party headquarters, and learns a lesson or two about modern urban politics.
We’ve almost emptied our strategic war reserves that kept prices artificially suppressed. Because we will never have another war in our generation…
The science of computer technology is transitioning from computers as computational devices, to imitators of human behavior.
oe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Political Satire: Having trouble surviving these times? You’re not alone. Join us in columnist John F. Di Leo’s exploration of an alternate universe, where we imagine the impossible: An idealistic teenager, living in the 51st ward of a fictional city in middle America, volunteers at the local party headquarters, and learns a lesson or two …
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Political Satire: Having trouble surviving these times? You’re not alone. Join us in columnist John F. Di Leo’s exploration of an alternate universe, where we imagine the impossible: An idealistic teenager, living in the 51st ward of a fictional city in middle America, volunteers at the local party headquarters, and learns a lesson or two …
A simple item: “LOL”, of which ad nauseum usage started, I believe, pre-smart phone in the pre-historic era of the flip phones and in their dumb keyboards, LOL.
Our “kindly old gentleman with the bad memory” decided to have his White House counsel run interference with the House impeachment inquiry. Ed Siskel sent a strongly worded – but weakly reasoned – letter to Speaker Johnson.
Yes, you heard that right – the same guy who brought us the joy of corn flakes also dabbled in the nether regions of hygiene innovation.
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
The next time someone tries to tell you that humans are just animals, kindly remind them that we’ve taken stupidity to a whole new level – and we’re darn proud of it.