Author: Gatemouth

When I announced about five months ago that I was dialing it down, I never thought that the break would last much longer than half a year. But lately, I’ve found keeping up with my political reading to be a burden, and keeping up my political writing, even on only a semi-regular basis, to not be worth the schtuss.

Though I wear proudly my advanced degree (I am a Doctor of Jewish Prune Juice), I never expected that I myself would ever be the subject of any academic study by a Ph.D, unless those letters stood for “Pretty Hip Dude.’

On July 13, I made what would appear to be one of the stupidest statements of the year:

Every once in a while there comes a column by a purportedly reputable opinion writer which is such a monumental pile of intellectual dishonesty or unadulterated ignorance (if not both) that it deserves special notice.

There's a man who leads a life of danger.
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger.