Republican fun, adieu.

The republicans are turning nasty to each other. Not funny anymore. I am quitting. (Although I probably should not be afraid that they'll attack me also.)

According to the classics - a patent idiot

I read the classics. On buses or subways. In student abridged editions. Skip, reading only paragraphs that are short. Twitter size. All I can follow. This is La Bruyere.
C'est une grande misère que de n'avoir pas assez d'esprit pour bien parler ni assez de jugement pour se taire.  Voilà le principe de toute impertinence. 
or in a Google translation
It is a great misery not to have enough wit to talk well nor enough sense to be silent. This is the source of all impertinence. 
 Impertinence means here ill-manner. And this is who I am. This entire blog is in bad English, and I would better not say ball these stupidities. 

New Year without pop

We were at a party, a bunch of westsiders  watching the New Year show on TV. All kinds of intellectuals from the Hudson Valley. Who is this one? Who is Jenny McCarthy? Who are the Khardashians?  I actually read the NY Post every day at lunch but could not recognize any or give convincing explanations. A woman commented: Dick Clark? Isn't he embarrassed to still show up? But he was the only one we actually knew and recognized.
New Year without pop culture. Or just an old bunch of people.