The Burrow

Rep. McSally held a "so called" tele-Town-Hall today, and I called in from my car, sitting atop a parking garage at the UofA.  I gave my name and hometown and the subject of my call (my op-ed in The Star) to the staffer managing the queue for questions.  I listened, and then I started screaming at my dashboard. My Congresswoman drew a moral equivalency between my words and the words of Kellyanne Conway.   "I cannot believe the paper allowed this misrepresentation of fact to be published." Nope.  Facts are facts.  (Unlike her assertion in that same response that this is Social Security... it's our Seniors... old folks.  Sure, but it's also the younger, disabled recipients of SSI.) She may disagree with my interpretation of her motives, but there are no misrepresentations of facts.  (And while we're on the subject, I think we need a word for not-a-lie-because-I-don't-know-what's-in-her-heart-but-it's-obviously-not-a-fact.)  Her handlers k...

I'm a hold out.  I admit it.  I get my news from the morning paper.   Yes, the paper.  That gets-all-over-your-fingers newsprint that is rolled up and rubber banded together and tossed from an old rusted vehicle onto my driveway at 5am.  The same kind of newspaper my grandparents and my parents read, religiously, every day.  back then, there were several papers in the house each day; the NYTimes in the morning, Newsday in the afternoon, and The NY Post under Daddooooo's arm each evening.  Bubba and Zayda took the Forward and the Herald Tribune.  My youth was surrounded by articles with by-lines, but I was less interested in the facts they were reporting than in the features towards the back.   Erma Bombeck led me to The Burrow.  Sam Goody ads led me to NYC and days flipping through record bins.  The theatre reviews told me what I would not be seeing.  But the main event was the comics.  Every day, there was the co...