Author: Bryan O'Nolan
“I’m Founding Father Ben Franklin, and I’ve got a friend named James Madison who wants you to make him a flute out of this mysterious crystal skull that he had stolen from some innocent BIPOC in Peru.”
Apocryphal stories of Maine prisoners and John Adams aside, the very real fact that lobster was, until relatively recently, a poverty food.
Oddly enough, the house was never really his. His wife, a lady called Salubrity Prescott, had just begun to build the house when the supposed doctor met his end.
In the last week you traveled to the 1920s, met a wizard and inspired Mike Pence to curse and this is where you refuse to suspend disbelief?
As far as Mitt Romney is concerned, this tale contains observations of an anatomical nature which are, if not indecent, entirely fictional.
Putting cameras in school classrooms is absurd, backward, counterproductive and just the sort of thing the very proponents would decry as nigh communism were it proposed by their political enemies
Would Steinbeck’s Grapes have passed this Rowling Test? Or George & Lenny’s discov’ry that the best Laid plans of mice & men gang aft agley?
Today’s theme, our last, is Counting Songs. Today I offer two counting songs. Let’s begin with the less annoying, shall we?
St. Stephen’s Day is celebrated on December 26th. Or the 27th. Or January 9th. Look, it depends on the variety of Christianity one practices, okay?
“Once in Royal David’s City” is, as so many of our Christmas traditions are, a child of the 19th century. Written by Cecil Frances Alexander and published in her 1848 hymnbook Hymns for Little Children