I am a veteran foodie. My mother had me working in the kitchen with her since I was a kid, so consequently I still love rumbling around in the kitchen endeavoring in the fine arts of culinary sorcery.
Environmentalists hate people. Homo sapiens are the enemies of nature and it doesn’t matter if your family has been hereditary farmers or ranchers for generations, there is always some dirty Greenpeace hippie armed with a flatulently inflated pseudo-degree in eco-busy-body-ology that considers you a
Editor’s note: This is the second installment of a two-part series. In my last installment I touched the titular notion of California’s agricultural dilemma vis-à-vis “too big to fail” and how our small farmers are being run out of business by the garden variety enviro-nitwits to protect a bait fish
Editor’s note: This is part one in a two part series. We’ve all heard by now the stentorian tenet of “too big to fail.” For those of you who dwell in the darker recesses of your intellectual armoire, this idiotic idiom infers that the biggest and most interwoven businesses are so important to the vi
OK, let me get this straight, Massachusetts, the bluest bedwetting bellwether state in the union went “Brown” as career party hack Martha Coakley, got teabagged by the Fenway Park proletariat and dropped a 30-point lead to lose in a dogmatic dogfight for rental rights to Ted Kennedy’s senatorial bar
The orgiastic “Love Obama/Hate Bush” columns from the liberal illiterati in the SMDP two weeks ago were so lubricious that you could practically smell the friction burns on the newsprint! This intellectually insolvent Axis of Idiots cottaged around their penurious narrative faster than George Michae
Well, it’s been a couple of days since the New Year’s ball dropped and many of us now ponder the coming new year with the interrogative singularity: “How do I deflate this chocolate-covered, four-ply belted, Santa Cholesterol Michelin tire from around my cupcake inflated midsection?” My New Year’s r
On Nov. 30, 2009, John Whitehead of That Rutherford Guy posted a column in the Daily Press entitled “Have we forgotten God?” His observations of religious values and faith being supplanted by “rampant materialism” jangled like winning a big metaphysical money hand of Texas Hold ‘em.
Standing outside of J. Crew over at the Third Street Promenade, I accosted 25 people who were heavily ladened with their Christmas swag to ask three questions: 1.
It’s been a week since we’ve stepped back from the Thanksgiving trenches but your fridge still has, in all likelihood, plenty of leftovers to graze upon until they become next week’s Tupperware bio-warfare experiments.
By a stroke of luck, I have the delicious honor of writing the column that precedes Thanksgiving. So please allow me to introduce the first annual Golden Gobbler Award for 2009.
Two weeks ago I watched with sadistic mirth as the Democrats in Wonderland squeaked down their rabbit hole on PelosiCare. Nothing was funnier than watching the Rainbow Unicorn Party, led by Red Queen Nancy Pelosi, poke each other’s “ayes” out while the Republicans calmly handicapped dead pool bets o
