I was six when Stalin died. I was mainly reading Tom Swift and Hardy Boys books. So, I hardly noticed the death of Stalin. September 12, 2026
Ostriches are on to something. Dig a hole. Stick your head in. And all the bad things go away. Happiness is here. I ask my readers to block me. So they can be happy. Just do it now. September 12, 2026
Nattering gnats are agents of Elizabeth Warren, the Nabob of Negative. What’s new, and where IS my gnu? September 11, 2026
