Hammer Mill Days

No, no. Not that hat. That's a porkpie hat. Don't you know anything? The great emancipator would never have worn a hat like that. Not unless he played the saxophone. ( Did he play the saxophone? Best ask.) Oh, right.... I'm keying this into the internets, not merely speaking to some disembodied listener. What was I thinking? Right, well.... as busy as things get here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill in beautiful upstate New York, we never seem to stop finding other things to do with our time. Last week Marvin (my personal robot assistant) discovered numismatics ... with a little encouragement from his creator, Mitch Macaphee, who was really attempting to program a penchant for petty larceny into his brass hide. Not one of Mitch's proudest moments, convincing Marvin that lifting stray coins out of people's pockets is how coin collecting works. (That mad science grant from the Cato Institute must not have come through.) Anyway, there was that. Then there was t...

Election's over. Dodged another bullet there. That was close ... sort of... if three million human votes and about 100 electoral votes is a thin margin. Thank you, black people, brown people, and women for saving us (i.e. white men) from ourselves once again. Without your help, John Bolton would likely be the next secretary of state. You should be very, very proud of what you kept us from doing - that being, quite literally, driving this country into yet another war. Now it's merely possible that we will have a war with Iran, not likely. A dangerous state of affairs, to be sure, but not a guaranteed catastrophe. Nice work. Post-election used to be a time to reflect on what happened, what was decided. There appears to be some of that going on, though probably not enough. Suffice to say that the predictions on the center-left were far more accurate than those on the popular right. It was more than a little cheering to see Karl Rove scrambling for data on Fox News after Ohio wa...