About This Blog

This blog is a homage to my childhood heroes not named Mickey Mantle or Jackie Robinson.  While that list includes stand-up performers and satirists like Mike Nichols, Elaine May, Sid Cesar, and Mort Sahl, the only one who wrote full-time, for more than six decades, was Art Buchwald.

Buchwald’s special gift was exposing the day’s most powerful pompous asses as Emperors with “no clothes”.  Tip-toeing in those footsteps, we’ll focus on the self-inflated.  And mindful that in this “… you can fool all of the people some of the time…” world, we will target especially those who think we all are asleep, or sheep, or just too preoccupied to notice them picking our pockets.

WARNING: Sometimes, thinking in rhyme, we unexplainably fall victim to a poetry-ish style, but it’s easy to read…  If anything in this blog pisses you off, or otherwise moves you to thought, please give it back to us insightfully, poignantly, and succinctly. And humor helps.  Without humor, all the chatter is just noise.

In a world with way too many rules, only two are enforced here:

     1.  Hustle to first base all the time, and

     2.  First to lose their sense of humor, loses.