Fables of the Deconstruction
A lucky guy
My neighbor is banging on some piece of garbage in his backyard. He collects metal to sell for recycling.
Keeping Up with the Jones
Ten years of troublemaking with The Jones
"Think, and most about that which is most important: all the fools get lost because they do not think: they never see the half of things, and knowing neither their loss, nor their profit,
Summary of My Discontent
Looming fiscal metaphors
With the election behind us, many Americans have turned their attention to the “fiscal cliff,” a phrase widely used to describe the economic splatter that awaits us because, like Wile E
Raised Relief
Unburdened at least
Even if it was a psycho-spiritual shell game designed to reinforce the Church’s symbolic dominion over my individual salvation, going to confession did offer an opportunity to periodically re
Stop Calling Me Surly
A victory for empathy
Now that the game is over, let not the larger lessons be lost amid the shouting. Obama won partly because he showed the electorate more empathy than did Mitt Romney.
Fables of the Deconstruction
Wrong piano
“Fables of the Deconstruction” is taped in front of a live audience.
Scene one. The Old Watering Hole. Paul is standing at the bar talking to Lyle.
Summary of My Discontent
Celebrating a president
By now you either know who won the election or you are savoring the spectacle of a constitutional crisis of chad-hanging proportions.
Raised Relief
This don’t feel like a party
I voted for Ralph Nader in each of the last three election cycles, and I’m unrepentant.
Stop Calling Me Surly
Stop raping my brain
With a scant week remaining till Decision ’12, I’m poised to declare some winners and wieners. Political comedians and critics deserve le grand prix.
Fables of the Deconstruction
I’m set free
The man with no face invited me into a hall of mirrors. Some of them weren’t mirrors. They were doors. Some had curtains. I can’t remember it very clearly. It was dark.
