The Other McCain

"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty The proprietor’s impassive face makes monks seem animated. The bedraggled, alcohol-reeking customer struggles to get the jewelry box from the tote, meaningless baubles spilling over the counter. Exchanges words and money. Leaves. The scene clicks. I ask, “Weren’t the two of you across the bar from each other last night at the tavern […]

Props to @cypherdog on Twitter

by Smitty Our Ambassador issued a Strongly Worded Memo: Appearing soon on a roll of Russian toilet paper. . . https://t.co/WZUYf8ceEK — IGotOverMachoGrande (@smitty_one_each) October 2, 2015 Iowahawk started us down the path to enlightenment: [View the story “Office Of Dr. StrangeSpace” on Storify] Didn’t laugh; I’d cry.

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty The two imperial wizards met in the sound workshop at the conjunction of the moons. Jurtran sat at the Azelbethor Grand, and Mindor (along with his impedimenta) sat among the Five Cellos of Delbin. They launched into the Great Spell of the Zephyrus Monsoon when the shadows cast by the moons through the […]

That Time Hillary, Huma, Nancy, and Michelle Got Together To Commiserate

by Smitty Stunning result:

Tuesday Doggerel

by Smitty You're dumber than the lawn And wisdom cannot dawn Like an ox, about you're drawn When your spine's Dom Perignon pic.twitter.com/fMivTWP1UE — IGotOverMachoGrande (@smitty_one_each) September 29, 2015

I May Not Have Been Blogging Much Of Late. . .

by Smitty . . .but I sure have been getting the smiles.

Saluting Brandon Morse’s Valiant Struggle With Testosterone-Driven Guilt

by Smitty An excellent piece sending up the abject, slack-jawed idiocy of our morally degenerate Left: It started innocently enough. The local university was holding seminars about the gender wage gap, and Gwendalin was a guest speaker. Her feminine wisdom is beyond my comprehension. Naturally, I attended, not only to support my partner, but to […]

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty Cord. Dirty, slack. Perfectly strong-looking as it went from the small wall cleat, through the floor debris, under the locked door. That rusty door was going to drink all the convenient oil before the key would be useful. “Treasure,” said Thorgun, hefting his axe. “Trap,” countered Greybane, adjusting a ring. “Tempted!” admitted Rhialto, […]

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