“Phobic” used to mean an irrational fear of something. You had a panic attack whenever you saw a spider or got in an elevator, for instance. Now “phobic” means you refuse to bend the knee to our woke overlords. You don’t think black Americans are oppressed? You’re not just wrong. You hate black people. You’re …
Hey, groovy freedomist. Sorry the blog has gone dark the last few weeks. My book-writing juices suddenly bubbled to the surface and I’ve been working on my political opus. Here’s the cover. It shows the working title and subtitle and the proposed artwork that will accompany it. A Nobody’s Guide to Liberty The Kind of …
The best teacher I had in high school was Mr. Presowitz—my chemistry teacher. Mr. Presowitz had a very unorthodox testing method. He didn’t like big tests. He liked quizzes—ten-minute tests with five to eight questions. And he gave a lot of them. And they were never announced. On one double-period chemistry day, I had to …
We are all NPCs to one degree or another. We all outsource our thinking, especially when it comes to defining words. Being a partial NPC, in turn, isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Life is very complicated, and we are all awash in ignorance. Relying on experts is a time-honored way of hacking that ignorance. It …
Mrs. Groovy was born in Brooklyn and lived in Manhattan prior to our illustrious marriage. The respective populations of Brooklyn and Manhattan are 2.6 million and 1.63 million. I was born in Queens and lived in Nassau County until Mrs. Groovy and I moved to North Carolina. The respective populations of Queens and Nassau County …