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Hello! You may notice, or have noticed, a distinct lack of content on the website here for the last few seasons. I’m still here, I just stopped writing blog posts for a while to concentrate on finishing a novel (it’s going great, thanks for asking!). Things have moved along enough I might start posting again soon. In the meantime, here are links to some of my favorite or most popular posts over the years:

Shit Mountain Blues: Anti-masking, Open Carry, and the Right to Do Harm

The Customer Is Always Right

A Year Ago, I Confessed Some of the Worst Things I’ve Ever Done to Women: Here’s What Happened

The Least I Could Do

How to Writer

Welcome To The Bitch Bubble

I also, x help us all, have a twitter feed, which you can follow here, and use to contact me if you need to.

We Should Make T-shirts

For the donors at Bedminster in NJ, the ones Trump came to collect from after he knew Hope Hicks was sick and he himself had been exposed.

They can say:

I raised a quarter million dollars for Donald Trump and all I got was this lousy Coronavirus infection.

He’s Totally Dying

I am not a doctor. But I can put two and two together. No tweets, missed the noon call. Now Trump has left the White House, which totally has state of the art medical facilities, to go to Walter Reed Hospital, where he’s expected to stay several days. They were in such a hurry they took Marine One. Now they’ve given him experimental drugs that haven’t passed human trials yet.

I may be wrong, but add all that up together — including that he’s been symptomatic since at least the fundraiser at his club in New Jersey — and it’s not hard to conclude that even if he’s not yet explicitly dying, Donald Trump is in a bad way.

Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy, if you ask me. Let’s see who he takes with him. I hear the Senate Judiciary Committee’s freaking out because they might all have it, too.