Yesterday afternoon, after consuming the obligatory Thanksgiving meal, I spent a few hours assembling my latest dispatch of verbal brilliance to the internet. Twelve hours later, while doling out my daily ex gratia payment to the Justin Bieber Center for the Performing Arts, it occurred to me that some of my language from that post may have been a little too coarse. A little undeserved. A little misplaced and unprovoked. As…"All Apologies"
Editor’s Note: Anyone who has read Huckleberry Finn is most likely aware of the admonishment set forward by Mark Twain not to read too much into the story. The rant you’re about to read by the sole provider and primary purveyor of verbal brilliance here at TharpSter.Org barks up the same tree with a few exceptions. First or foremost, every reference he makes in this piece to a certain NFL franchise which calls itself “America’s…"My Compromise"
In the last decade, a true American pastime has become the dumping ground for the disgustingly raunchy, putrid, fermented, and sometimes botulent contents of every diseased bladder, colon, and portable colostomy bag the worldwide entertainment industry has to offer. For what it’s worth, the assault is over 40 years old. In the early days, it wasn’t so bad. Over time, it’s gradually gotten worse by using the sneaky little social engineering device of incrementalism to…"Killing Halves"