It seems that lately, things have been changing so fast that I’m having a hard time keeping up to speed.
Here’s what I mean. I’m not much of a traveler. I will catch a flight now and then to Southern California, but the last time I took any sort of real plane flight was a pretty long time ago.
So I had to take a cross country trip last week on an airline that shall remain nameless (rhymes with “Shoenited”). I was only going to be gone for a couple of days …

I have very few vices. I don’t smoke, I rarely drink, and I’ve never done drugs.
But I do like to play poker, and I do like to do it online.
Unfortunately, thanks to HR 5767, a thing called the Unlawful Interstate Gambling Enforcement Act that was passed a couple years back, it has become infinitely more difficult for me to partake in this particular pastime.
The UIGEA was the brainchild of Republicans Bill Frist and John Kyl, a couple of senators who decided, I guess, that it was their duty to make …

When political debate gets tangled in the ropes of the pro wrestling business, you get… a pugnacious progressive rant for the ages?!

Pro-wrestling manager Jim Cornette recently tore apart WWE’s Joey Styles for making a series of anti-Obama remarks on Twitter, while also scattering a wide swath of rhetorical buckshot at the Right.

His epic rant — consisting of ten minutes of NSFW bare-knuckled liberal id wrapped with the twin barbed wires of humor and perspicacity — is not to be missed.

What I’m going to say might be considered blasphemy, or at the very least, unpatriotic. But here goes …
I’m fucking sick of tattoos.
There I said it. Call me a heathen, a prude, or an outcast, but I’ve had it up to here with tattoos. Everywhere I look, I see them. And I’m sick of it.
Back in the old days (I’m old, so I’m allowed to say shit like that) tattoos were reserved for bad dudes and Popeye. And in the big scheme of things, I could handle that—the sailor who …