An Existential poem

Amidst a grumble of continuous thunder under a sunny sky I searched for and found a small jar of vinegar and I ran as I stripped off my clothes and looked for the higher ground. It’s hard to shed your clothes without the comfort of a chair It’s hard to tug and pull and forget the dirt and leaves, It’s physically hard to attain the naked reality of your being. As the sky turned dark blue at the edges of towering white clouds I screamed in my mind, Let this be the day! Let this be the day that ends in a way I don’t have to decide. Allow the universe to choose, allow me the grace to just become The reality of my non-control of small things, everything and anything. Allow it to smite me if that is a right ending. Why did I ever think otherwise? The wind blew, the trees bent, the quiet air soon filled with sound The rain drops fell, the scent of the world changed and I wondered, Am I pretending? Is this a performance or is it real? What false sense of control by them, they, the wise, or the powerful Had made me think that I too had agency, that I was real? I think, Therefore I am, goes only just so far. It isn’t a proof. In a way it’s a tautology: The very worst of logic. So, I screwed my toes into the soil and poured on my vinegar, And the lightning bolts never came to for me.

Triage

When I was three, in the earliest memories that I have, I didn’t care. I had the ego of discovering that I existed in the very center of the universe, even if I didn’t know what a universe was. When I was seven, I still didn’t care, although, I was starting to acknowledge the existence of other people. But then when I was 12, I read The Grapes of Wrath and I began to care and I began to think. The universe might be infinite in all directions… but that didn’t mean that I was at its center in terms of everyone else. I believe that I really cared throughout my teens and into my twenties, and through my 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s, and 70s…. Now I’m almost 80 and I look at how much life I have left…. and I just can’t care as much. I’m not going to be completely selfish; I’m just not going to do other people’s caring for them. I’m going to prioritize, I’m going to triage my actions (a precise definition of "triage" would be good here… but I’m not going to do that work for other people either). And if old emotions try to dissuade me from being efficient about my responses, I can just cut them off. I'm old, I'm losing everything soon, so what's one more? I don’t have the time to deal with lost causes.

June, 2020 and Bill Barr

Amnesia, lobotomies, too many WORSE distractions? Don't choke on the flea after you've swallowed the camel? Bill Barr, then the Attorney General of the United States under Donald j. trump, amassed a private army of anonymous armed men in our nation's Capitol supposedly in defense of law and order and the American way. The armed men festooned in military riot gear were not identified in any way, either by name, organization, or authority. Nobody seemed to notice it then (well, you would have if you had wanted to protest the official government response to a protest) and nobody has said anything about it since. See: https://www.dailymail.com/news/article-8388143/Bill-Barr-deploys-army-federal-correctional-officers.html Now, the Washington Post is praising Barr with no mention of the reality of what he has done, in his long career as apologist for everything right-wing Republican (AKA borderline Nazi). We live in the 1984 land of “new speech”, the President's new clothes, and the Dictator’s flunky “news media” reconstructing the past, the present, and our future.

More scary AI

Because I (foolishly) put my name into my blog, I googled my name to see if that had shone up. A picture of me came up so I clicked on it. Next came 30 pictures of elderly men wearing glasses, a ball cap, and who had graying gotees. Some of them looked like me. I am now considering going off line completely (or at the least stop sharing anything personal (AKA: anything at all?) because the all seeing AI is reproducing its self, its content, and what it has determined who and what YOU and I are. Our department of "war" is building AI bot soldiers and drone warriors. I have a feeling that these things will not be employed to protect me personally.... What could go wrong?

I am stupid, says AI.

Write an essay of 300 words that critiques and criticizes the essay: https://somelightsomeserious.blogspot.com/2017/09/paradigms-and-eeyore-why-we-cant-change.html in Ralph’s blog. Attack his logic, form, and knowledge from a position of your superiority in all three areas. I wonder if the bots will let me live after they take over. The essay’s central flaw is its unexamined confidence—an irony, given how loudly it complains about other people’s resistance to change. Its argument rests on a string of anecdotes, half‑formed analogies, and sweeping generalizations that never cohere into anything resembling a disciplined thesis. The author gestures toward paradigms, human nature, design, and even privatives, but treats each with the same casual superficiality, as though naming a concept were equivalent to understanding it. It isn’t. The logic is particularly brittle. The essay assumes that because some people resist change, all institutional or design stagnation must be caused by cowardice. That’s not reasoning; it’s venting. No evidence is offered, no counterexamples considered, and no structural analysis attempted. Corporate decision‑making, engineering constraints, market forces, and user research—real factors that shape design—are ignored in favor of a cartoonish dichotomy between brave innovators and timid “mentally old” managers. This is not argumentation; it’s caricature. Formally, the piece wanders. It leaps from Eeyore to computer code to dust busters to bicycle seats to photography history without transitions, hierarchy, or any sense of rhetorical discipline. The result reads less like an essay and more like a stream of irritations loosely tied together by frustration. Even the photography tangent—clearly meant to illustrate the persistence of outdated conventions—collapses under its own weight. The author never asks whether black equipment might have functional, economic, or manufacturing reasons behind it. He simply assumes ignorance and calls it stupidity. As for knowledge, the treatment of “privative” is emblematic: a dictionary definition dropped in without relevance or depth, as though etymology alone could rescue the argument. It doesn’t. The essay wants to diagnose why “we can’t change,” yet never engages with psychology, sociology, organizational theory, or design methodology. It substitutes opinion for expertise and irritation for insight.

Why Google yourself? Querry your style

My querry to ChatGPT: Write a 200 word essay about astrology in the style of Ralph Bolgiano as seen in somelightsomeserious.blogspot.com. The following is what I got (I made very minor changes)…. we are all doomed. To be kind to the ignorant who believe in astrology, is to allow them the distinction of thinking of it less like a cosmic science and more like a quiet human habit—one of those small rituals we perform to make the days cohere. They pretend it’s about the planets, of course, but anyone who has spent time with a natal chart or real astronomy knows the real subject is us: our hopes, our anxieties, our need to believe the universe is at least paying polite attention. What’s most interesting is how astrology becomes a kind of conversational permission slip, a shorthand. People who might otherwise hesitate to speak frankly about themselves will suddenly open up with, “I’m a Virgo,” as if the stars themselves have endorsed their meticulous drawer‑organizing. It’s charming, really—this cosmic shortcut to communication. Humans are inherently lazy and we love shortcuts. Of course, the cosmos remains stubbornly indifferent. The constellations don’t rearrange themselves to match our moods, nor are our lives affected by them other than our very existence. Astrology offers a moment of reflection, a pause in the day when we might ask why we are the way we are. If two strangers find a point of connection comparing charts, well, that’s its own kind of small miracle. Even if it’s all bullshit. If you’d like, I can explore astrological symbolism, analyze Bolgiano’s humor, or write another blog‑style essay. Analyze Ralph Bolgiano humor Ralph Bolgiano’s humor, as seen in Some Light, Some Serious, is best understood as a blend of wry observation, gentle self‑mockery, and a kind of philosophical shrug—humor that doesn’t try to impress you so much as invite you to notice the oddities of being human. There are no direct analyses of Bolgiano’s style in the search results, so what follows is an inference based on his writing voice rather than external commentary. The closest relevant material from search results concerns dark or satirical humor in other contexts—such as the psychologically abrasive humor of Ralph Cifaretto in The Sopranos and the satirical, socially reflective humor in works like Ciao Marziano . While these are not Bolgiano, they help triangulate what his humor is not: it isn’t cruel, performative, or aggressively satirical. Bolgiano’s humor tends to work differently: 🌿 Core Traits of Bolgiano’s Humor Gentle Irony — He often highlights human contradictions without judging them. Self‑effacing wit — He treats his own thoughts as slightly ridiculous, inviting the reader to smile along. Philosophical playfulness — Big ideas appear in small, domestic moments, making the profound feel approachable. Conversational warmth — His essays feel like a friend thinking aloud, not a performer delivering punchlines. Why It Works Bolgiano’s humor is disarming. It doesn’t demand laughter; it rewards attentiveness. He uses understatement the way others use exaggeration, finding comedy in the quiet places—hesitations, small rituals, and the way people explain themselves. If you want, I can write a Bolgiano‑style breakdown of a topic of your choice, or dive deeper into Bolgiano’s voice.

I tried again

I wrote this to my Congressman. Ben Cline, 5th district representative to the United States congress: I have noticed that you rarely invoke Donald Trump’s name. You seem to support all of his policies but seem to think that you are insulated from his crude, immature, erratic, immoral, and illegal behavior. I believe that as you continue to support him and his policies, you are obligated to your constituents to comment on his behavior and justify your continued support. Specifically, I am referring to his shockingly boorish, racist, and childish post on Truth Social of the Obamas depicted as apes: https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/live/2026/feb/06/trump-barack-obama-michelle-truth-social-epstein-latest-news-updates We deserve to hear your justification for not addressing behavior like his childish AI generated videos and why it is to the benefit of your constituents to accept Donald Trump as a legitimate president considering his lack of judgement, maturity, and fitness of mind. Please make an announcement as to why you believe that he is fit to be president of the United States of America, and how you believe that this honorably represents your constituents? I got the "perfect" response. His staff addressed not one of my questions or comments thereby proving the point I made in my first and second sentences. See below: *********** Dear Mr. Bolgiano, Thank you for contacting my office regarding political speech and rhetoric. I appreciate hearing from you on this important matter. As you know, free speech in America is enshrined in our Constitution and forms the foundation of our government and society. All Americans have the right to express themselves and their viewpoints free from governmental interference or persecution. All voices contribute in a constitutional republic, and a healthy diversity of thought strengthens public discussion and can lead to sound policymaking. Since coming to Congress in 2019, I have also introduced or co-led nine pieces of legislation that have become law and are all bipartisan. I was the first Freshman Republican lawmaker to have a bill signed into law during the Democrat-led 116th Congress. In the 119th Congress I have introduced ten pieces of bipartisan legislation that are currently awaiting action on the House Floor. As a member of the bipartisan Problem Solvers Caucus, I work actively to address issues aimed at helping my constituents, from higher education to domestic violence prevention. Public engagement remains essential to the strength of our communities. I encourage my constituents to get involved in any way they can, whether that be volunteering in their communities, voicing opinions in discussions with friends or neighbors, or taking the time to educate themselves on issues that are the most important to them and their communities. Thank you again for contacting my office on this important topic. Please do not hesitate to contact me if I can be of further assistance. To receive the latest updates from my office, I encourage you to sign up for my e-newsletter at cline.house.gov, like/follow my Facebook, X, and Instagram. Sincerely,

One Man's Junk

We’ve lived here for a long time and we’ve got lots of room ,so many things accumulated through the years. I’m a bit of a packrat and a tinkerer (I call it niggling) so I’ve always seen possible uses of things that some people would throw away. I don’t laugh at those Appalachian yards with old cars among the weeds. Sometimes, parts can turn out to be quite an advantage. Years ago, when I was remodeling an old house, I had to remove a “farmer’s sink” from the kitchen. A farmer’s sink is a place to wash one’s hands after coming in from the fields for dinner (dinner, being in farm country, the big midday meal). No need to go into the bathroom or tromp around the lunch table in your dirty field clothes. It was a small sink near the door of the kitchen where you could wash your dirty hands… nothing more, nothing less. It was plumbed in with old pipe, circa 1930. It was fused into place. Without tearing a big messy hole in the plaster and lath horsehair wall in order to get a big wrench on the joint, I had to disconnect the drainpipe from the underside. You’d need a special plumbing tool to secure or turn the pipe; that would have been an expensive one-time-use tool. I ended up fashioning a tool out of galvanized pipe with a hacksaw. Old pipe left over from jobs done years ago; the kind of pipe that the lady of the house would say, “throw that old trash away.” My homemade tool worked. That was in our 1870 farmhouse in 1976. We moved to our self-constructed house in 1984. I brought that homemade tool with me and stashed it underneath our also homemade outbuilding. Around about 2006, our friends, were building a home near here and moving out of a circa 1900s house in Silver Spring; they needed to remove a “farmers’ sink” from their basement… and it was stuck. AHA! I was able to reach under my outbuilding and retrieve former piece of pipe trash. I have a photo of me “passing the pipe” on to my friend. The tool worked perfectly (damn! I wish I still that that thing). But of course, the overall result is that for every homemade “pipe tool” story there are about hundred “I’ll just hang on to this thingy”, maybe a thousand times, that results in a lot of stuff lying around. You should see my shop. No, no you shouldn’t. I have a hopeless task ahead of me. Likely, someone else will be throwing things into a dumpster and thinking: “This old fool was a nutjob.” In a related vein, I will write about all the 200 or so boards that are 110% too long, wide, or deep, 02% too small, too piney, too walnut, too nice oak, too knotted, too good, too thin, too thick, too plywoody, a little split, not good enough…. ("I remember this board; it came from Uncle Fred… I can’t use THIS board!"). That has all resulted in me having a problem. See pic.

You can save a few birds

Many of us have had a bird smack into a window in our homes and seen the bird stunned on our decks or the ground. If it’s very cold out, the bird may die of hypothermia in only a short time. I’ve constructed “bird rescue boxes and given them away to friends. Mine are insulated and made of wood that’s heavy enough that the wind won’t blow them around. You can easily make one that works almost as good from a shoe box, it’s just the right size for songbirds. The box helps to keep them warm and allows them to recover their senses free of the urge to fly off before they are recovered. Oh, we also have strips and dots on our windows (and the fixed windows are tilted out at the top to reduce the amount of reflected sky a bird sees). The population of our eastern songbirds has fallen significantly in the last few years. Every little bit helps.

Bump

“Bump”, said the 10-year-old boy as the ’55 Chevy station wagon rolled down the highway at 55 miles per hour. The car went “bump” a half second later. “Bump” said the boy as another dark patch appeared on the highway on the road to the beach where everything was wonderful. The car went “bump” and the trailer went “bump” a half second later. "bump bump" “Bump” said the 10-year-old boy when he could see from the backseat that there was another black patch on the pavement just ahead, because it was obvious. “Bump bump” said the car and trailer a half second later. “Bump” said the 10-year-old boy because he could see that every bump on the highway jerked another drop of black oil off of the bottom of the thousands of trucks and cars that drove this highway. Each drop a black stain on the pavement. He stopped saying; “bump” because no one was noticing.

“Bump” said the 11-year-old boy the next year as his friends’ dad and four children, one friend each, rode down the highway to the beach where everything was wonderful. A bump lifted the car and half second later “Bump”, said the boy to himself. The same group drove on the same highway to the same beach where he would not see a single black person. “Bump” said the boy one or two more times when he saw the black spots. Didn’t anyone else see? “Bump” said the 12-year-old boy to himself as his sixth-grade class learned about the Civil War from the perspective of Jim Crow America; and this was the state of Maryland, not Mississippi. “Bump” he said to himself as his class “celebrated” the Centennial of the Civil War and over one half of his classmates chose the South in a mock debate. Why say anything aloud if people can’t even hear it? “Bump” said the 16-year-old boy as the first black students were admitted to his high school; two girls and one boy. “Bump, Bump, Bump!” said the boy to himself as he realized that those three students were all high achievers (even though the white students didn’t seem to notice and the jocks made a "pet" of Vernon). And certainly the faculty and principal never said anything. Maybe they couldn’t see anything. Maybe they couldn’t say anything in a high school just 10 miles west of Cecil County, cradle of the Maryland KKK. Maybe they said it to themselves because they knew that no one was listening. Or maybe some of them were racist. “Bump”, said the 20 something man as he attended college where there were black athletes but very few black students. “Bump! Bump!” said the 38-year-old man when he attended his high school reunion and the small statured black man and his six foot tall blond wife attended. He and Vernon shared memories of high school life. “Bump”, said the 78-year-old man as he remembered the black spots on the road to the beach when he was ten because he could see that every road bump caused oil to spot the road where everyone could see it and ignore it. “Bump”.

Positive feedback? The real danger of Artificial "Intelligence"?

In the beginning of searchable data bases like Wikipedia and Google the problem was how to enter all that information. The fear was that we’d never get that huge backlog of information all loaded in and an “ignorant” incomplete library would lead to bias or manipulation. Now, these systems have evolved into AI Large Language Databases. As millions of people have queried the data bases, the questions and the answers have become part of the data that the models have learned to search, reword, and reply to. The AI Large Language Databases are now copying words, phrases, sentences, paragraphs, and whole explanations of concepts. The bases are using computer speed to generate these things based on how often they are found.... IN THE DATA BASE! They are now quoting themselves, and they are indefatigable enterers of data. They are using queries by billions of human questioners to answer things they have "seen" in the data base that they are rapidly becoming the majority contributor to. They are quoting their quotes of the quotes of themselves. Look up "positive feed-back" and see what you find.... but the AI Large Language Databases may have already distorted the answer by running it through their tautological echo chamber of feed-back. Gee, what would happen if you asked it whether or not it is quoting itself?

Dismissive Journalistic Report of near-earth objects

So, the “tour bus sized” asteroid that zipped by earth on September 24, 2020 and missed us by 13,000 miles was dismissed in the paper as no big deal. Let’s look at that little old rock. The kinetic energy of a moving object is defined as ½ mass times velocity squared (1/2M times V squared). If the bus was 50 feet by 8 by 8, it had a volume of about 100 cubic meters (100M cubed). The mass of rock is about 3,000 kilograms per cubic meter (3,000Kg/cubic meter) that’s 300,000 kilograms for our “bus rock”. The velocity of sun orbiting asteroids varies but 15 kilometers per second (15,000 meters per second) is a good guess (15,000 KM/SEC). The exact velocity of this object is known so this calculation can be corrected if necessary. Multiplying ½ M times V squared we get about 6.7 X 10 to the 13th power (lottsa zeros) joules of energy. The bomb that the USA dropped on Hiroshima, Japan contained about 6.3 X 10 to the 13th joules. So, had this little rock hit Earth, it would be about the same as that atomic bomb”. Where it hits is kind of important. One smallish Abomb isn’t a big worry, but imagine if it had hit North Korea; what do you think wing nut extraordinaire, Kim Jung Un would have done?

Cutting Entitlements and defining the words you use

Two words need to be redefined in the minds of the American people; liberal and entitle (entitlement). From the dictionary: Liberal: 1) One who advocates greater FREEDOM of thought or action. One who has these principals. 2) Not narrow or bigoted; broad minded. 3) Free to give or bestow, generous. Entitle: To justly qualify a person or a claim; to give a right (as in; his labor ENTITLES him to his wages). So: Entitlement: That which is due to legitimate claimants of their just rewards. For the last 40 years republicans have argued that I should be able to keep my money and invest it in ways far better than the Social Security System (ala Ayn Rand). They, the republicans, have never delivered a policy based on this philosophy, even when they were in complete control of the White House, the Congress, the Senate and the Supreme Court as they are now. Now, they tell me that my Social Security “entitlement” isn’t mine. But the money that I have been forced to invest in the general fund of the USA (my taxes, the money THEY spend every penny of on their deficit causing short term pork-barrel pet projects), is theirs to give to billionaires in a cut to their taxes. I’m a “moocher” and don’t deserve my SS, or government services like good weather reporting by NOAA or important medical research. Those “entitlement expenditures” need to be trimmed. The best way to do that is to allow the richest man in the world decide how tax dollars are distributed. SO Sorry! He doesn’t have diabetes, He doesn't shop for food; his life is nothing like any other human being in America. I can’t do much about him stealing my tax dollars, but Social Secruity is my money. It’s even double money, matching funds from my employer (those private business guys that the republicans hold up just an inch below the statue of Ronald Reagan [the God]). It’s my money. I’m entitled to it, and if that’s a bad thing, then I’m a liberal and I’ll own that too.

If you are bothered by DMs of social media

I suggest that you respond by asking this question: "Why do fruit flies like bananas but time flies like the wind?" This is a Tunning Test question, designed to separate humans from AI. A human being might try to answer the question in a fashion that makes some sense to you... maybe like: "WFT? or, Why would you ask that? or What do you mean?" A robot or AI will have no clue what to respond and you get to identify it as something you needn't waste your time on. You're welcome.

The Parable of the Peruvian Condor Killers

Once apon a time, there were Peruvian farmers, sheep and lama sheephearders, who were losing baby animals to predation by condors. They got together and hired a man to kill the condors, he was paid very well because sheep and lamas are valuable. There were a lot of farmers and a lot of condors and soon, there were a lot of condor killers. They had families and they spent the money they earned in the local economy and became a large part of the community. After a while they killed all the local condors and had to travel long distances to find more to kill; they even argued for extra pay to buy boats to pay for the increase in cost of doing “business”. The people didn’t want to pay for killing condors way far away but the condor killers said, “You can’t take our jobs away!” The condor killers got lobbyists and sent them to the government… they were also supported by the buggy-whip manufacturers and the incandescent lightbulb lobby…. Coming soon to the USA, sparkplug companies, automobile radiator companies, gas tank makers, antifreeze bottlers, and millions of people who make things needed for a gas powered internal combustion engine. Their jobs are going away… nobody is taking them, they just won’t be needed any more. Change is hard, there are always winners and losers. The losers never go quietly. Very often we continue to do things because we always did them “that way”. Now, about those insurance companies and the middlemen in our for-profit health, liability, and property damage system… I guess we can’t take their jobs away… because money, lobbists and congress, the people who make laws "for us". Oh, and how many lawyers can the economy support? Certainly not 100% of us.

Information from your mind to your hand to the page

The ability to record information, words that outlast the voice, is the most important revolution in the construction of civilization. Stewart, Cohen, and Pratchett* call it “extelligence”. I’m old, I graduated from high school in 1965. In class, I always took all my high school notes with a real fountain pen. I did the same in college and grad school. I even made my own ink when I took chemistry. Over the years, the availability of fountain pens was replaced with cartridge pens (I refilled those cartridge’s too), and then ball point pens. Ball points promote sloppy penman ship. The nib wanders over the page without a feel for grain or direction. Look at 18th century writing, not just official documents, but just everyday writing. It’s often beautiful… And now the debate is, should we teach penmanship? Not to mention should we teach cursive at all. I know that the keyboard will replace the word on the page. The demise of the United States Postal Service at the hands of the Republicans is imminent so keyboards and the internet will be the only way to use text. But I also know that AI voice-to-text will replace the keyboard (it’s already on a smart phone), and from the brain directly to text will replace that. So, we’re losing it, we’ve lost it, and it’s all going away. But studies show that taking notes by hand on paper is a superior learning tool. Try using a fountain pen to write something. It’s an education in the connection of your mind to your hand to the page. Let’s not lose that. The word “pen” comes from feather, a quill, from a goose, a “penknife” is a small knife you keep about you to sharpen your pen’s nib. I personally, feel naked without a penknife in my pocket. * The Science of Discworld is a 1999 book by novelist Terry Pratchett and popular science writers Ian Stewart and Jack Cohen. Three sequels, The Science of Discworld II: The Globe, The Science of Discworld III: Darwin's Watch, and The Science of Discworld IV: Judgement Day continue their excellent explication of science and the human condition.

Garden hose and five-gallon buckets, Heloise

As you and I both know, Heloise, one can never have too many 5 gallon buckets. But of course, you and I don't buy them at Lowes or Walmart. We reuse the ones we accumulate from home projects or construction sites... and the good ones are the black ones, the UV ray resistant ones, they last almost forever. But the white handle grips break down way too soon. It’s aways one-damn-thing-after-another isn't it?

When the handle grips go bad and our fragile old hands protest the biting pain of skinny handles, we can be saved by the reuse of 5 inch pieces of old hose. So… those old garden hoses. Remember resistentialism? https://somelightsomeserious.blogspot.com/2015/03/so-you-dont-believe-in-resistentialism.html I used to fill the buckets up... not any more (unless it's with feathers).

Ask your Congressman If Nazis love him, why do you?

If it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, has ducks waving flags and ducks declaring their love of it, and it is seen in the company of ducks; it is most likely a duck. We have all seen a lot of Rebel flags and Nazi flags among trump supporters. If they love him, why does my Republican Representative, Ben Cline love him? If you see Ben, please ask him. Oh! And you could ask the Republican senate candidate, Hung Cao the same question.

I wrote a goodbye to the Washington Post news paper

I will really miss parts of the Washington Post newspaper. What I will miss the most is the Saturday “Free For All” letters to the editor (FFA). Given the deterioration of the Post’s journalistic, editorial, writing standards, I have greatly enjoyed the submissions by readers who are so much more assiduous and professional than whomever the Post has working there now. How many times does one read a FFA submission and say, “DUH! I agree! That piece in the Post was a stupid thing to put into an international paper.” Typos and bad grammar aside, what is wrong with you? Political bias is an issue of… well, personal bias that we all have to deal with. However, to read exhaustive criticism of President Biden’s poor speech patterns and memory problems while not mentioning the firehose of lies, infantile taunts, insults, and insanity that spews from former president Trump every time he speaks, smacks of an agenda that isn’t “fair and balanced” (to quote the so-called news organization that calls itself Fox). I have noticed that you have hired important staff from Fox. I can only assume that you are copying their “successful” business model. They paid $875,500,000 in their admission that they lie, that’s why I don’t listen to them no matter what they say. Why would anyone? Keep it up and we’ll all wonder how much will you have to pay? Oh, and I’ll miss the comics.

Please, somebody...

Please, please, somebody in the MSM ask trump who his favorite philosopher is

. Please?