The Night Before Christmas, 2016

’Twas the night before xmas, and all through Trump Tower
The underlings dreaded the Three AM hour
They knew that their boss, on his gold-plated shitter
Was busy composing some insult on Twitter
(Since no one would dare to sequester his phone
While he sat on his crapper, he’s safely alone)
And no one—not family, and not secret service—
Could stop him (which made all the underlings nervous). [Read more…]

Still Here. Still Alive.

I know, I’ve been quiet. I figured the last thing people needed was another privileged voice, so I have been doing much more reading and listening. Wednesday my students were in shock, and in tears. Cuttlespouse didn’t eat for 2 days, didn’t leave the house until yesterday. It’s depressing… and we are *not* amongst the groups specifically in the GOP’s crosshairs. So I’m not going to tell anyone “it will be ok”, and I am not going to tell anyone to “give him a chance”. [Read more…]

National Sandwich Day

Today (here in the US, that is) is National Sandwich Day. And while others are using the day to ponder the ultimate question of whether a hot dog is a sandwich (of course not, it’s a hot dog; don’t be ridiculous), I take today to consider the sandwich as a metaphor. Remembering Warren Zevon’s advice, when he knew he was dying, to “enjoy every sandwich”, I wrote the following as the response to those who say that things are meaningless unless they are eternal. [Read more…]