The Finest Literary Publication Since the Edinburgh Review is on Life Support

I pray for Modern Drunkard Magazine's recovery but I fear the worst.

Cossacks Beat My Grandfather

The Tsar lied to him. It gave him an innate sense of skepticism toward the Establishment. It's a skepticism all peasants shared. Those peasants were a lot smarter than us.

Only a Severe Left-Hemispheric Rages in the Face of Tradition

Trump's post about Rob Reiner. Sigh.

A Peek Behind the Curtains at TDE

Long-time readers are confused by the new style, some have unsubscribed, and a few even seem concerned about this turn to ribaldry. Herewith, a classical apology of sorts.

Join Me As We Drink Like Pansies

The gin and tonic is surging in the United States. That's great, but the reasons for its surge are emasculating.

The Conservative Civil War is Disconcerting

But they still have a common and enormous enemy that ain't goin' away soon. That should keep 'em together for awhile

Mal- Dis- Mis- I'll Take It All

I'll play with the bots and kneel before my algolords. In the big picture, they provide the clearest picture.

The Silicon Valley Overlords are Jumping the Rationalist Shark

They're invoking other forms of intelligence and praying more ardently than a peasant woman who's just seen a ghost. We need a wit like Rabelais to strike them down . . . and quickly.

Give Me Waymo or Give Me . . .

Nah, just gimme Waymo