In which I get serious – but don’t worry, it will pass – and I affirm the impending death, in a few years at most, of Phyllis Schlafly. I mean, she’s over 90.

Once in a while I get serious about things, usually about 3AM when no one's looking, which probably means I've gotten blitzed on whatever is handy and performed the entire "Judy Garland at Carnegie Hall" album to whoever happens to be staggering through my squalid excuse for a living room.  My "guests", as I charitably call them, tend … Continue reading In which I get serious – but don’t worry, it will pass – and I affirm the impending death, in a few years at most, of Phyllis Schlafly. I mean, she’s over 90.