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Anything But Despicable
I haven’t been able to find much positive inspiration lately; certainly not in the last few days. And a holiday weekend devoid of the preponderance of summer blockbusters that once dominated multiplexes didn’t offer the cornucopia of welcome distractions from the world at large that often saved many of us from nervous breakdowns. But, thankfully,
The “Kingmaker” Behind QuiBiden
By my count, there are now at least three senior citizens of some prominence who are incapable of accurately understanding what the court of public opinion actually thinks about them. One, of course, is the presumptive Republican candidate for the presidency, that esteemed golfing legend who lovingly referenced his opponent as a “broken down pile
Money Still Talks And Numbers Still Don’t Lie. Now, Perhaps, Biden Might Join Them.
Usually, the only night of television less devoid of anything worthy of watching beyond the 4th of July is the 5th of July. At least the 4th has been dominated by the Macy’s spectaculars, giving NBC a pyrrhic victory for little more investment than a bunch of cameras aimed at the sky. The 5th is
Still Funny A.F.
I grew up fearing the year 1984; thank you, George Orwell and my high school English teachers. But instead of utter dystopia we got a memorable Apple commercial that utterly trashed the eponymous novel that drove my angst, a shockingly entertaining race for the National League Eastern Division title between the Mets and Cubs, neither
Playing Hard To Get Might Yet Pay Off
Ah, Sharileh, you little minx. Just when you’ve sort of convinced most observers you had actually moved on with your life and had set things up to make a go of it for a while, you turn around yesterday and crank things up again with the suitor you had jilted mere weeks ago. Per BLOOMBERG’s
Go Get ‘Em, Roomie!
Of all of the news that’s been eminating of late from the smouldering remains of the dumpster fire Shari Redstone’s obstinance has turned Paramount Global into, none was as encouraging as what was widely reported yesterday, including THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER’s Erik Hayden: Barry Diller is taking a look at Paramount Global. The mogul’s digital media
Whoah, We’re Halfway Where?!?!
At just after midnight, I flipped my calendar over to the side where the pages now turn in the other direction. And then I threw up half of my dinner. I suppose I should be a tad more grateful than I’m capable of being this morning for officially making it to the second half of
Can Jillary Save Democracy?
I’ve really been trying to avoid the almost nonstop cycle of spin, defensiveness and bravado that has dominated the news cycle since the debat-cle of Thursday night. My roommate is positively stunned at what he perceives as completely blind arrogance on the part of the Democratic party and has relentlessly barraged me with alert after
Plenty of Questions. Far Fewer Answers.
I fully realize an awful lot of people are panicked after the events of Thursday night. That hue and cry grew only louder when a far more robust and hale version of the man who stuttered and fumbled his way through 90 embarrassing minutes proudly and defiantly addressed a partisan crowd yesterday which HUFFPOST’s S.V.