"...we can endure neither our vices nor the remedies needed to cure them..." -- Livy, The History of Rome
Dangerous Commentary from a Would-Be Galactic Dictator. Beg for Mercy at excelsior502@gmail.com
Sunday, October 8, 2023
Sunday, January 9, 2022
COVID: The Gift That Keeps on Giving...
I was going to post some important information for the middle-aged woman this past week, but Julie Burchill stole some of my thunder. I will save my dating tips for the middle-aged female for another time.
Friday, December 24, 2021
Galactic Housekeeping (#16 - Year End Review, Merry @$#&ing Christmas)
It has been a good year here at Galactic Central..
Wednesday, December 15, 2021
Thursday, December 2, 2021
Douchebags of The Week (Week Ending 12/4/21 - Harris and Cuomo)
"It is a scathing indictment of Modern America when one must consider the distinct possibility that our Vice President's finest oratory was most likely delivered in a seedy motel along a stretch of deserted interstate..." -- The Overlord
Thursday, August 26, 2021
Fish Tank Cleaner All Over Again...
" I became a journalist because I did not want to rely on newspapers for information..." -- Christopher Hitchens
Saturday, August 7, 2021
Galactic Housekeeping (#14 -- COVID Clarification, Farewell to Google)
No quote today, as I have to correct something I've written.
Monday, May 17, 2021
Voices Inside My Head (#16 -- People Are Disgusting)
"I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies, but not the madness of people..." -- Sir Isaac Newton
Tuesday, January 12, 2021
Notes from the 9th Circle of COVID Hell...
"If everyone was jumping off a bridge, would you do that, too?" -- The Overlord's Mommy
Sunday, November 1, 2020
Galactic Housekeeping #10 (Hate Mail, Hypocrisy and Hilarity Edition)
"From silly devotions and sour-faced saints, good Lord deliver us!" -- St. Theresa de Avila
Saturday, October 3, 2020
Coronavirus Theater, Casino Edition...
“But under the beards--and this was K.'s real discovery --badges of various sizes and colors gleamed on their coat collars. They all wore those badges as far he could see. They were all colleagues, these ostensible parties of the right and left, and as he turned round suddently he saw the same badges on the coat collar of the Examining Magistrate, who was sitting quietly watching the scene with his hands on his knees. "So!" cried K. flinging his arms in the air, his sudden enlightenment had to break out, "every man jack of you is an official, I see, you are yourselves the corrupt agents of whom I have been speaking, you've all come rushing here to listen and nose out what you can about me, making a pretense of party divisions, and half of you applauded merely to lead me on, you wanted some practice in fooling an innocent man.” -- Franz Kafka, "The Trial"

