As soon as we started comparing notes, it dawned on me that our pet misanthrope most emphatically is the oily grifter I’d thought he only pretended to be. Grifting to the tune of hundreds from your faithful correspondent, thousands from another, and from the network at large free storage, free transportation, free accommodations, and under-the-table […]
It’s raining men, isn’t it? Charlie Rose, Al Franken. Garrison Keillor, for God’s sake. Bill Cosby slipping date rape drugs to the ladies seems almost quaint at this distance. Progressive pundit Jimmy Dore calls it “a reckoning,” and I agree, one appropriately exempt from such niceties as presumption of innocence, perhaps, but the pearl-clutching is disingenuous. […]
