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While Jeff is remembering his Grandma, and I’m following my spouse’s orders, you might be interested to know, if you didn’t, that the lid has blown off the Scott Thomas controversy.  Malkin’s is as good a place as any to begin inspecting the curious mind of another puffed up lefty.  It’s a little nauseating, I know, but for kerfuffle afficionados this really is good stuff.

Today is my Grandmother’s funeral. In memory of her, I’ll be taking the day off to watch Grand Hotel and to dust the good china. Then I’ll do a bit of grousing about the neighbor’s lazy nephew. Although I won’t be grousing in guttural Yiddish — and I won’t be following it up with a game or two of bridge and three big snifters of Port wine. — Well, I

Sonnet CXXXVIII.“When my love swears that she is made of truth wHEN my love swears that she is made of truth   I do believe her, though I know she lies,   That she might think me some untutor’d youth,   Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.   Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,          5 Although she knows my days are past the best,   Simply I credit

I tried to find a pic of someone crushed by a giant gauntlet, but no luck.  This will have to do.