So far, 2017 has been a good year. Except for the Big Fourteen football conference. The Badgers kept up their end of the bargain by schooling the West Northeastern Michigan Community College Tadpoles, as predicted. Good golly, Troy Fumagalli!  But Ohio State bombed worse than Mariah Carey on New Year’s Eve. Michigan, Nebraska, Indiana, Maryland,…

And Keith Richards is still alive. Not human, but still alive. The indentured servants, pitchforks hoisted, have taken over Stately Blaska Manor and commandeered its bank of hi-def televisions in the pursuit of vicarious glory by watching highly skilled athletes batter themselves senseless. No, not politics — football! The servants’ simple but non-negotiable demand is…

“Well off white guy” Paul Fanlund, as he describes himself, is not the only victim. Many here in the Emerald City have fallen victim to the heartbreak of post-traumatic Trump Derangement Syndrome. It is a debilitating disease, affecting the cerebral cortex where reason is formed. Sticky notes on tables, safety pins and safe places, crying,…

Twas the day before Christmas when the Squire was awoken with a THUMP! No, it was not the jolly fat man. (He had been fast asleep.) It was, instead, the sound made by a sheet of snow six inches-deep cascading off the new metal roof (40-year warranty!). The manor is now surrounded by a big,…

I see a hand up in the back row. Yes, young sir. Your question, please. Surprise us with your intelligence. “Uh, uh, Professor Blaskafield, it’s interesting that the argument you’re making against the “Problem of Whiteness” class offered at the University of Wisconsin-Madison [found here in the syllabus) is the same one made often by…

The white lab coats here at the Policy Werkes have put under the electron microscope this photograph, a screen shot taken from NBC News. It shows a woman engorged with the righteous indignation that Madison liberal progressive socialists have mustered through years of marching down State Street and banging drums in the Capitol whenever they…