I am not an easy person to know. I’m opinionated, loud-mouthed, stubborn, and egotistical. I have Views and I have Issues, and I’m usually none too shy about jumping down the thick necks of the willfully ignorant to gleefully rip the still-beating hearts out of the stinking filth of their insides. I like to rip the heart out and show it to them, really pressing the glistening, gushing muscle into their shocked faces and let...

Today, I write my grand and final opus in my ongoing crusade against the great tyranny of our time. Well, maybe it won’t be quite so grandiose as I want it to be, and it sure as Hell won’t be my final word on the subject, but if I’m lucky, I might just begin to chip away the smallest microscopic grains of sand and dirt and mud that make up my ever-growing monument to despair. And, if I’m really lucky, I might just...

In the great, unending Battle of the Sexes, there has remained an ever-present obstacle to peace that continues to elude most people to this very day. At first, it seems a trifling sort of thing, something that bears little import to the greater campaign on either side – but it is far, far more than that. When recognized and addressed properly, it signifies a symbolic understanding and represents an agreement to concede a mutual...

You might have heard by now that some schmuck calling himself J.D. California has written a sequel to The Catcher In The Rye – one of the seminal novels of the 20th century, the first and only published novel by J.D. Salinger, and a book that’s been banned and un-banned then re-banned more times and in more places than can be comfortably counted by the human mind. It’s the defining novel of teenage rebellion and angst, and...

Quick update: Yes, I totally thesaurused “castling” yesterday. Why, you ask? Because my ex is deeply, deeply stupid. She might have reacted too strongly to the word “abortion” so I couched it in an arcane definition of another word. True, I titled the entry after Roe v. Wade – but she wouldn’t know what that is, either. Then again, now that I’ve spilled the beans, she might get huffy and puffy, so...