Trump and MAGA; they aren’t unlike the roadkill skunk decomposing down the block that the animal control boys aren’t getting around to picking up. Festering and funky in the afternoon sun it sits there and cooks, the effluvium is never ending, 24/7/365 – for four rotten years. And there’s no escape. It’s dark on the …
“Loomered.” A new adjective in the lexicon, loomered means that you got yourself fired on the word of a lunatic. Laura Loomer apparently has become Donald J. Trump’s new unofficial head of human resources (and when it comes to this administration, “human” is a word used quite loosely). By most accounts Laura Loomer was the …
What’s happened to The Life in My Years? It used to be a semi-biographical blog about travel, nostalgia, and history. There were posts about San Francisco as it was back before the techies and short sighted politicians ruined it; you know Summer of Love, the good old days. It used to include posts dedicated to …
“Please, I have kids.” It’s the desperate plea from someone staring at the finality of death at the hands of his fellow human being. It was the plea from a man being beaten by a mob that dragged him down a flight of concrete steps, sprayed him in the face with chemicals, beat him with …
“Too clever by half.” It’s a Britishism; one of those slang phrases from across the pond that has us Americans scratching our heads trying to solve an expression that sounds contradictory at best and at worst, like downright gibberish. “Too clever by half,” was coined in 1858 by George J. Whyte-Melville in his book,” The …
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