Song in my head: I didn't mean to treat you bad Didn't know just what I had But honey now I do And don't it make my brown eyes Don't it make my brown eyes Don't it make my brown eyes blue. Crystal Gale
Open Thread: Big Talk Butters No Parsnips
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Post-Labor Day reminder, for the doomsters: If Black Americans could
survive hundreds of years of slavery and legal degradation, you can survive
the next...
Open Thread
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Hosted by a purple sofa. Have a seat and chat.
[*Note:* Liss is currently on hiatus for health reasons. There will be an
Op...
apologies for my absence
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skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
Shameless
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So Mike Lawler takes yet another extended vacation, this time to avoid
having to go on the record on the impeachment of war criminal Hegseth.
Lawler is lee...
9/11 Is Tired of This Dance
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Staring in the mirror, 9/11 sighs. Even though it's generally only once a
year now that anyone cares that she exists, she knows that 25 years means
somet...
More often than not
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This should be the last post here on my own hand-coded pages, and I'll be
delighted to wave good-bye to Echo comments. So, it's off to Blogger, with
a slig...
Milestones of the plague year
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I would be remiss if I allowed another month to go by without mentioning
one of life's milestones here in Stately Dog Manor, specifically, the
college grad...
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