Happy Jack Feder
Hey, why that big frown on your conservative face? It was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it? Man oh man, what a ride! Alas, The Final Days are upon us. The Return to the Dark Ages. Nero ignited Christians, Inquisitors…
I literally crawled off the airport shuttle van at Park City, Utah, on Day One of the Sundance Film Festival, rested one knee on the snow-blanketed terra firma to regain equilibrium and thanked God I had not spilled my cookies…
So that’s what it was all about! Wow! Yes, the King of Rock and Roll, the one and only Elvis, returned to my little home town of Helena, Montana, to stage a drop dead, knock out, shake the rafters performance….
What am I missing here? Just minutes ago, as I write this afternoon, it was announced that NBC received a package from Cho Sueng-Li. Apparently he taped his own cd, a myface/youtube style documentary of himself waving his weapons and…
HELENA, Montana Dear Mr. Elected Republican, I know you’re busy there in Washington D.C., but I’d like to offer this little anecdote. It’s true it comes from Montana, with only four electoral votes, but still, it’s an anecdote about acting…
You are forever your mother’s child. There’s no way out, at least for me, even more than four decades after she brought me into this world. Though they might let go of the adult you have become, they never let…
I can think of no better way to spit in the eye of the current PC lineup at the Academy Awards than to turn off the show and instead watch the newly released DVD of John Dahl’s WWII epic, The…
ASHLAND, Oregon — Intellectually, I know that bees are dangerous, busy, determined, single-minded little creatures, but it is only when one of them regards my soft, pink (in my case) flesh as an enemy to it and by extension, all…
Imagine if America woke up tomorrow to discover that Rush Limbaugh had been savagely murdered on the sidewalks of New York by a Islamic jihadist in protest of Limbaugh’s political statements. All hell would break loose in this country, or…
Friends, are not there moments in your hectic and besieged life when you wish you could hit a giant, all-encompassing MUTE BUTTON and silence the entire media world? Aren’t there times when you’d like to tell Dan, Tom, Peter, Diane…
