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Phoning someone is always impertinent. There is nothing more unpleasant than receiving a call. Only someone who really hates us can do something as terrible as taking a phone out of their pocket, cruelly pressing our name, and trying to…
It is Christmas time. Sometimes we have to spend these days in the hospital. Sometimes in bed, with the thermometer and piles of medicines. Sometimes we have to spend these days away from home. Or in solitude. Sometimes we have…
The last light in the nativity scene has been turned on. The room is dimly lit. Blue and yellow sparkles glitter in the building’s windows. There’s just the reflection of a silver foil river, which runs through the fields, and…
Once again, as December comes to an end, my job looks more like that of a chicken sexer than that of a columnist. Fortunately, I don’t have to dig into the underbelly of every idiot, but simply observe them from…
My relationship with drones oscillates between two states: hatred and extreme hatred. I consider that drone shooting should be an Olympic sport, I don’t see any need why people incapable of driving inside a single lane with their cars should…
I couldn’t be sadder. Paul Krugman is retiring from the New York Times. It is probably the worst day of my life. My career has lost all meaning. From now on, I am a widowed writer and an orphan. Who…
The guys with the long-hair are very worried about the issue of old music. No wonder. With so many classical music concerts, they have received news that there is some guy running around town playing the flute, which is a…
Want a picture that sums up what the Democratic Party has been, at least since it became a business branch of the Obamas? It’s this: Joe Biden pardoning Hunter Biden. You don’t need to know much more. Their word means…
I’m back in the big city. I’m so happy I think I’m going to come down with a renal colic. You don’t really know what a traffic jam is until you see a mayor of a major capital city claiming…
