検索キーワード： 著者 "Will Durst" すべてのカテゴリー

In which our intrepid correspondent puts his head in his hands and mutters to himself about something the military tried to develop called the gay bomb.

In which our intrepid correspondent speaks about math, arithmetic – the configuration of numbers, pure and simple – and their relationship or lack thereof to our Commander-in-Chief.

In which our intrepid correspondent wages war with himself over the pros and cons of exercising his electoral muscle.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes meanderingly over the trials and tribulations of America's newest beleaguered minority.

In which our intrepid correspondent, full of the spirits of the season, (and much nog) doles out a few gifts to the least fortunate of us all.

In which our intrepid correspondent gets to the bottom of who's zooming who in the whole ugly Mark Foley affair.

In which our intrepid correspondent eviscerates the last two old rich guys standing.

In which our intrepid correspondent investigates our president's faulty intelligence.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes the Justice Department to task for obviously being unclear on the concept of their name.

In which our intrepid correspondent cogitates that the Obama machine is running a little smoother than the vaunted Clinton machine.

In which our intrepid correspondent takes the administration to task for accusing people who disagree with them of endangering our troops.

In which our intrepid correspondent barely contains himself talking about what you could say was a shoe-in for this year's Iraqi Funniest Videos competition.

In which our intrepid correspondent comments on our President's unique talent for attracting attention even when he's not all that interested in it.

In which our intrepid correspondent graciously gives awards to the small group of public servants who have gone above and beyond the call of duty to make his job easier.

In which our intrepid correspondent becomes despondent after contemplating the amount of corners we've seen our elected corner-turners make.

In which our intrepid correspondent makes some snarky remarks about the only race left for intelligent political discourse. Which he studiously avoids.

In which our intrepid correspondent attempts to get to the bottom of why this election is more crowded than Free Cash Day at Yankee Stadium.

In which our intrepid correspondent attempts to look back over the last eight years in a professional and impartial manner, and tries not to plotz.

In which our intrepid correspondent performs an autopsy on the 43's 6th SOTU Address and declares the body to be DOA.

In which our intrepid correspondent wails, rails and assails this silly custom of giving away perfectly good money to people who don't seem to have our best interests at heart.