With Your Shield, Or On It...

The writers of antiquity tell us that Spartan Mothers -- the original Obamaesque Julias -- would send their warrior sons into battle with just this admonition  ringing in their ears:

Come back from battle with your shield...or on it.

In other words, do your duty and bring victory for your country, or die in the attempt, and never, ever dishonor yourself in any way. So, what does this have to do with Mitt Romney and the NAACP? Hang out a few, and  I'll explain it to you.

An Apology...

I have been neglecting this blog recently, and haven't been quite as productive as I would like. For those of you who depend upon this mental graffiti for information, for a good laugh, for something to think about (and really? I'm the best you can do?), I apologize for being, well...lazy.

For Whom the Bell Tows...

It has finally gotten out of hand. The world as I knew it is now destined to spin off it's axis, and hurtle to it's destruction in a death spiral towards the Sun. We, as a species,  have finally reached the point of no return, the point at which one realizes that he has been correct in despairing for the future of Mankind all along.

I take no satisfaction in being correct on this point; it's too sad for that.

Reality television has, finally, gotten completely ridiculous. I may have to start shooting people.