I have toyed in the past with the concept of monetizing content but I’ve come to realize that I’m much more interested in producing it despite the cries of “Get a job you bum.” Because I am an artist!

Did I mention we had a Dem blowout in Stars Hollow? Being civilized we have minimum minority representation (ok, if you must know I’m philisophically against it because I consider it a barrier to Third Parties) and the Thugs are dead stop against the limit. TMC asked me what would have happened if I had …

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Ah. good times, simpler times.

Ok, so Oak Island is back. Dan Blankenship is dead to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge’s name was good upon ’Change, for anything he chose to put his …

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Postulate 1-         You can never have enough Muppets. Postulate 2-         Trent Reznor is a God (not the God, a God). Conclusion (Full Lyrics)-

I encourage you to do it, I don’t tell you who. Here in Stars Hollow it’s always hard. I hate to say it but Taylor Doose is a Democrat, Miss Patty Republican for reasons I won’t explain but involve several South American countries I’ve recently been re-admitted to. Stars Hollow itself has been Democratic since …

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You know, I’m going for cute, adorable kitties here but in a nutshell- So let’s say you accept bosonic quanta have a supersymmetry (as Inigo says, “There is too much.” Just replace it with “Grandpa Blaine’s Old Ram” and get a sufficient drunk on and soon you’ll be reminiscing about Miss Wagner’s glass eye that …

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Look- Texting and “The Internet” are not the same except for the underlying technology being digital. You can have one without the other. It’s like boats and farms, they both use water. Ask me about my Winnowing Fan because I’m tired of carrying it and want to build a Temple to Poseidon, God of Horses. …

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If a President lurches into, say Main Street USA straight out of Cinderella’s Castle in Orlando (because I certainly wouldn’t like to be accused of coastalism), grabs a baby (White baby, hate that it would make a difference) from a stroller, and tears out its heart and starts eating it, still vainly pumping, while the …

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Look, I never, ever watch Dancing With The Stars but really, REALLY? It’s not like he has a hidden talent for it, it must be the guilty pleasure at watching a penguin waddle out and knowing that at least now you won’t be the worst one. I mean seriously, is there like a Wormhole Singularity …

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Barnum/Bunkum Bible-Beating Bastards Why can’t you be Ben Franklin White like me? I walk down Main St. in Bridgeport sometimes (it’s a very real place, ask any of the family at Ocean Sea Grill where you can eat the fish and not just sleep with them) and tell people it was once the site of …

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Crush your enemies. Crush your enemies. And see them driven before you… Never work an act after kids or dogs. Unless you have Gracie dancing backward in high heels. See? I write fluently in 7 languages. Six of them are Computer. Look left. Look right. Look up. Only one of you will be graduating from …

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