National Pastime
Ennio Morricone’s dead, a great blow to his fandom. “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly,” should be our current anthem. Columbus fell in Baltimore, a year after Showalter. When there’s no Trumpet in the … Read more
Ennio Morricone’s dead, a great blow to his fandom. “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly,” should be our current anthem. Columbus fell in Baltimore, a year after Showalter. When there’s no Trumpet in the … Read more
Watch out, here comes the Statue Force, new product of his peeve, where broken rebels stay the course so we can proudly grieve. A garden of the fallen, traitors, baiters and the like, will have protesters … Read more
This is a hoax. There’s no blood on my hands. This red you see…from the Red Sea sands. I tried to part it but it turned too antsy. That bastard Moses must have used something … Read more
We can’t blame the doctor if he needs a long vacation. He’s been dealing months now with a very stupid nation. Kids can’t stay indoors now, though that’s all some ever did. Had to wait … Read more
Oh, first I went and shot a quail. And then I sent it in the mail. And now I’m looking for some bail. I guess that was an epic fail. Quail, quail, everybody rail! This … Read more
Please don’t kill my darling filibuster, says Moscow Mitch with what poise he can muster. Just put yourself in my shoes, he will bluster. But, soon, he’ll be abandoned, just like Custer. He’s afraid Dem … Read more
My rhyming steam roller sometimes hits a boulder and topples down into a gulch. With wheel to the shoulder, I sit and grow older. Sometimes brain fodder turns to mulch. An idea will goad, get … Read more