… Some days, it rains.
I first read, in no particular order, every word Ernest Hemingway ever published in book form in a one-bedroom apartment in downtown Minneapolis, one block behind the Hennepin County Medical Center. I think I had read For Whom the Bell Tolls, before that, but I plowed through it again, though not with the ferocity with [...]
Well, it looks like old Landslide Romney did it again. Eight fucking votes. It took him four years, somewhere in the neighborhood of $10 million and all the SuperPac money a nice Mormon guy can get dropped in his lap like gold plates from heaven, but he finally won the Iowa caucuses, though he stayed [...]