Enough already!
Unemployment, social division, an election resembling a uncivil war, bad news peremeating the very atmosphere in which we live, a toxic stew every bit as vile as the crate from…
Thus Quoth the Charlie
Once upon a midnight dreary, I tossed and turned, all weak and weary Banished from the bed onto the hardwood floor When deep beneath the quilts I heard a yarking…
The new addition!
Howdy! I'm the latest addition to the extended Casa del Whackos family, setting up housekeeping at the Casa del Zach es Tara (don't tell the landlord). The shelter from whenst…
The Sound.
Dad and I have never liked spending much time dwelling on my condition when I exited the crate; it seems that there is more than enough negative garbage being spewed…