Here’s a shoutout to all my amateur psychoanalyst readers, and you know you all are, deep in your hearts, amateur psychoanalysts, otherwise you wouldn’t be trolling the depths of the Internet to nibble on the ramblings of the Big Ugly Man Doll. So here’s the setup: First, I’m actually a pretty liberal guy, about as liberal […]
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Number One Son is attending Catholic Indoctrination Classes, because, ya know, everyone should have to, otherwise he’ll grow up to have nothing to talk about with his therapist. Anyway, he came home several months ago complaining that, “all they talk about is God, God, God, God, God.” Today I found that, clearly, the topics have diversified, […]
Last night, as I was walking home from a visit with the lady of the local lake, I was set upon and taken hostage by a thunderous rush of irredentist geologists bent on the reunification of Gondwanaland. They told me of their master plan and swore me to utmost secrecy, so I can’t tell you how glad […]
If the events of the following story are a little fuzzy, please bear in mind that this all happened last year. OK, 4 days ago, but you know what I mean. As usual, blame can be assigned elsewhere, in this case, on Santa Claus, who brought the third-grader-in-chief a “US State Quarter Collection” booklet, complete […]