


Remarkably, something unexpected from the banking sector: Humanity

Twinkies taste like freedom — and you can take mine when you peel it from my cold, dead fingers

Say so-long to Suzuki, as it sinks below the Stygian shore

Through the looking-glass: How the brave new world will chase you even into the bathroom

They’ll drive you to drinkin’, if Google builds their hot-rod Lincoln

Put it this way: Would you rather spend your evening in a filthy pub, or with Republicans?

My immodest proposal: Move baseball’s defunct London Rippers to Montréal in 2013
