Says President Obama to BP. Says the rabbit to the tree after Alice fell into Wonderland. Says American cheese to Swiss cheese. Says the flat tire to the garage mechanic. Says the IRS to all the loopy tax laws. Says the dike to the little Dutch boy. Says the wounded gunman to the Mafia medic.…
Legend has it that St. Patrick banished all the snakes from Ireland. If we pray hard enough, maybe the good saint will come back and rid us of all the snakes in Congress, the red ones as well as the blue ones. And then, if there’s time, because “sex addiction” seems to be rearing its head ever more frequently…
At a time when newspaper and magazine readers seem to be abandoning print for sexier electronic media, one might expect Time magazine to select someone more bankable for its much-anticipated 2009 Person of the Year cover story—Sarah Palin? Tiger Woods? The Gate Crashers at the White House? Heck, maybe even the Balloon Boy. But no.…
William Blake (1757-1827) said it all in his poem—a song not of innocence, but of experience. A true visionary, Blake knew about our man, over two hundred years ago, and that this is the way many among us now wish to remember “The Tiger.” TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal…
Tiger Woods is finally living up to his name. Okay, so the guy gets a woody with some other lady. He and his wife alledgedly get into a spat. He tries to leave in his car. She chases after him with a golf club and starts swinging. Did she bash him with an iron or, ironically, with a wood? In any…