Larry Thornberry
In what comes as a surprise to three people vacationing on Mars, one space alien who knows no human language,…
I was saddened this a.m. to read Aaron Goldstein’s R.I.P. for Burt Kwouk. He was a member of that seemingly…
As I have a distinct preference for slow food, it has been decades since I’ve entered a McDonald’s burger and…
The Tempest, a story of magic and monsters and one of the Bard’s latest plays, has seen many an interpretation…
Crocodile Dundee, call your office. The Orlando Sentinel is reporting that at least three Nile crocodiles have been captured near…
Ms. Megyn Kewwy’s transition from journalism to show biz is about complete. Fox’s shameless hyping of young Megyn’s recent interview…
OK, base running isn’t even the 10th most important part of Dodgers ace Clayton Kershaw’s game. We’ll have to give him…
Jones’s personal life may have been an extended train wreck — he seemed to make only two kinds of life choices, really bad and horrible. Exhibit A in this regard is when Jones’s third wife, country singer and heart-throb Tammy Wynette, tired of his extended drunks and awful behavior when he was in the bag, told him he could have the bottle or he could have her, but he couldn’t have both. Incredibly, he chose the bottle. (George, you dumb ass!)
No balance to this ticket. It’s hardly a select fraternity, is it? Speaking here of folks who don’t want to…
After engineering a takeover, a newspaper flexes its bias muscles. In my Tuesday blog alerting TAS readers to the…
