What would a place like Nextdoor—the neighborhood social media app designed to bring neighbors together—look like if it had a section for clarifications, updates, retractions, and amplifications? I took a moment to suss out how such a feature would look.

Richard Stepman of Oyster Bay, Long Island, New York would really appreciate it if neighbors stopped calling his son, Richard Junior, “Little Dicky.” While the joke was funny at last week’s block party, the name calling is getting old, and both Richards would prefer it stop. Continue reading →

Family law is a squishy area to discuss. Criminal defense is neat and tidy by comparison. In criminal law, it’s the client and counsel against the might of the government. Family law, by comparison, is an area where everyone’s expected to get along in an incredibly hostile environment.

Attorneys and clients who go through a Family Law case of any sort unknowingly walk into a metaphorical meat grinder. Marital dissolutions and child custody cases will suck the life out of the most battle-hardened lawyer, and leave all parties scarred and jaded for their efforts. Continue reading →

Happy Friday, everyone! Here’s to a great weekend, and checks calendar

Oh. It’s October. Joy of all joys.

I can’t begin to tell all of you how much your humble humorist cherishes the month of October. I’m practically over here jumping with joy. Continue reading →

It’s come to my attention Harry Anderson passed two years ago at his home in Asheville, North Carolina, in 2018. His passing didn’t get enough attention, which is damn near a criminal offense in my book.

So today we’re going to celebrate the life of a goddamn comedy genius. Continue reading →

I can’t say I’ve ever been a fan of Bill Maher. Some of his HBO stand-up specials were pretty funny, but his film “Religulous” and panel show Real Time With Bill Maher strike me as self-obsessed works pandering to his sense of smug superiority.

No real improvements were apparent once Maher’s corporate media bosses started letting him interview “problematic” guests like Milo Yiannopolous or Jordan Peterson. Maher still had to get his digs in on conservatives and their policy decisions every chance he could and regurgitate all the current progressive talking points. Continue reading →

Happy Friday, everybody! By the time you read this, I’ll be sitting in an Orthopedist’s office, masked up, waiting on my appointment to address my left knee.

This is the first time my body’s actively betrayed me while in the line of duty, so I’m not quite sure what to expect.

Everything with my knee really started about eight years ago when I was acting a fool with some friends at a local trampoline park. After attempting what some would refer to as a “suicide dive” from a springboard into a foam pit, I felt something move in my left knee. Continue reading →

David Ayer’s “Suicide Squad” (2016) is best described as cinematic masturbation. It’s good for a quick, cheap thrill, but you feel dirty and unsatisfied afterwards.

Maybe that’s why James Gunn’s latest offering, “The Suicide Squad,” feels so satisfying to watch. It’s not a reboot or a remake; it’s a fresh coat of paint on an IP that desperately needed one.

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Are you expecting a visit from Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Rashida Tlaib, Ilhan Omar, or any of the other members of “The Squad” in your immediate future? Does the thought of dealing with air-headed idiots make you squirm in your seat?

Fear not, dear reader. I have taken it upon myself to create a letter you too can share with the Squad member coming to your hometown letting them know you’re not happy with their presence. There’s a bit of material here, so feel free to copy and paste at your convenience!

Dear (insert Squad member here—use their title as well, let’s be courteous!): Continue reading →

Sheriff Roy Templeton was in a grumpy mood. Of all the weeks for his wife to try and get him to quit coffee, this was the absolute worst. Instead of a delicious hot cup of black coffee, the Sheriff found himself drinking a mushroom extract tea tasting as if it were strained with a smelly athletic sock.

His rumblings over the disgusting brew were interrupted by a knock on his office door. It was his right-hand man, Deputy Ernesto Miranda, holding the one thing the Sheriff wanted more than anything else: a mug of coffee. Continue reading →

What follows are a series of random thoughts recorded over the last few weeks on a dictation app my wife purchased so she didn’t have to hear me type. Consider this a sort of monologue, if you will

—CLS

Jeffrey Tobin returning to CNN after masturbating on the job elsewhere was rather jarring. I don’t think he suffered enough for this sin. If he’s going to remain on TV, I think he should be renamed Zoom Dick.

“And now, joining us to discuss this matter is CNN analyst Zoom Dick. Zoom Dick, thank you for joining us?” Continue reading →