When Nixon became president, all of the other presidents died. First there was Dwight Eisenhower—liberator of France, the hero of WWII, Great America’s godfather. He had a heart attack while standing naked in the mirror.
Harold seldom spoke in groups. The attention didn’t agree with him. However, he had just made an excellent point about balancing cost/benefit ratios which garnered a nod from his supervisor. This moment was, therefore, unique,
“Target in sight…” she whispered into the tiny microphone discreetly hidden beneath her lapel. Her earpiece crackled. “Good job Green Finch. You’ve got the go for execution.” Green Finch. A name she’d given
I walked and walked across a landscape with very little to recommend it; that looks dull and embarrassed even in the most glamorous HDR photographs. Tall grass whipped my shins and hid the prairie-dog holes
We do not like to be called anti-Vaxxers because that is your word. We have our own words. We prefer complimentary words or lateral approaches, an unseen garden path obscured
The mission was simple: sneak into the White House, gather all of the weapons of mass destruction, and change the future. I strolled in through the front door. Agent Penelope created a distraction outside
Sean Spicer looked and spoke like a nervous understudy in a school play, only thirty years older and moderately jaundiced. “My, uh, my pumpkin is the biggest,” he shouted at the county fair vegetable
Fabulous, Wendy thought. I’ve become the kind of woman whose husband gives her spa gift certificates for Christmas. Yep, that’s me. What’s next, scented candles and sleepshirts with cats on them? The place Mike
January 17th, 2017 International Space Station Zarya Control Module GMT: 19:37 We’ve all had a busy day, but there’s a few important items on the agenda, so let’s try to keep our energy up.
I have a confession to make, and it’s not cool: I can’t get it up. I discovered this last Saturday when I finally got Cindy Chatsworth to go on a date. We’d been chatting