Winter would not have been winter without two-and-three-foot-high snow drifts piled up against sidewalks and on front and back lawns — for a good four or five months of the year. There were times we had so much snow blocking our Continue reading
Shut the f*ck up already. Really. Your incessant repetition of nothing is so getting on my nerves. The endless speculation that goes nowhere. The constant questions. The meaningless questions. The ever-growing stream of ‘experts’ who have no answers because there are no answers. Your relentless prying and probing and the never-ending exploitation of people’s sadness and grief. Please. Stop.
Enough already. Give it a rest.
It’s bad enough when there’s a snowstorm and your poor, unfortunate, frost-bitten reporters are sent hither, thither and yon to freeze their asses off, so you can keep tabs on how high the snow drifts are. Or when a plane goes down.
You just can’t get enough of the gory details. Over and over and over and over again you ask what it must have been like to be a passenger on that plane as it spun out of control and it became Continue reading