The Quotidian (formerly the Diurnal Journal): April 2018

April 22, 2018

Hey Trump Voter, Whatever Happened To That House of Yours That Got Foreclosed On In The Great Recession?

Sean Hannity snapped it up.

April 16, 2018

Sean Hannity And The Rule Of Three

Michael Cohen's attorneys have reluctantly revealed, when pressed by Judge Kimba Wood in Federal Court, that Michael Cohen's law practice extends to exactly three clients: Donald Trump, of course, Elliot Broidy, surprisingly, and, after a round of foot-dragging in court today, client number three.

So everyone knows the one about the Irishman, the rabbi and the Scotsman walking into a bar, or the Englishman, the priest and the zen master sharing a parachute, or the president, the adulterer and the broadcaster doing whatever the hell it was they were doing that made them clients of Cohen. The rule of three makes for solid jokes.

April 07, 2018

On A Happier Note

Newly added Andrew McCutchen had a career day at the plate for the San Francisco Giants this evening, going 6 for 7 with 10 total bases, four RBI's, 2 runs, and a game-ending 14th inning three-run walk-off home run. To beat the Dodgers.

In Keeping With Longstanding Practices…

The Quotidian insists it be included on the list.

April 04, 2018

This Post Is Hereby Retracted

Perhaps shipping containers full of human waste could be stacked along the southern border instead of parked in unlucky Alabama towns. Contributions in kind from all over the United States would eventually make possible as complete and repellant a barrier to entry as any nation state has ever assayed, and revive our nation's rail infrastructure to boot.

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For some years now I've travelled bumptiously about the internet commenting on other people's blogs under the pseudonym "peter ramus," pointedly and I regret to say at times heatedly disclosing the general shape my own intricately devised misapprehension of current events in contradistinction to the remarkable torrent of misapprehensions made known daily on that medium by everyone else.

Nominally I associate myself as much as possible with the views of those who seem to know what they're talking about, but often enough I find myself obliged, like so many others, to go on about things I'm not in the least qualified to address simply because it is my way when the opportunity presents itself. I find this shortcoming as personally irritating as it is to those I've favored it with over the years, an as yet irrepressible feature of my discourse. Thus the admittedly defensive assumption of the nom de blog, "peter ramus."

"peter ramus" isn't to be confused with Peter Ramus, another fellow entirely, who lived and died a long time ago around the sad times leading up to the St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre in France, an event which saw his own undoing in the chaotic days that followed.

He was a zeolot, Peter Ramus was. He had a particular bone to pick with Aristotle over the stuff and substance of rhetoric, which led him to propose revolutionary changes in the subject and manner of teaching which prevailed in higher education in those times. A quaestio was convened, a solemn gathering of all the branches of civil society, to see what was to be done about him. The King sent a man, and the Church sent a man, and of course the University of Paris couldn't help but send one, too. Unsurprisingly, they found overwhelmingly in favor of Aristotle and against Peter Ramus. In addition, it pleased the members of the assembled body to pronounce Peter Ramus personally disagreeable and notably ugly to boot. Strictly as an aside.

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