My dearly beloved, I ask you — nay, I beg you — to forgive me for having left you without my anger-induced diatribes as of late. Clearly, there’s been a…

At long last, we have rid ourselves of President Donald J. Trump. He, along with his Cro-Magnon offspring and lecherous enablers, are in their final days. And they can fuck…

I am 36 years old. And I am becoming me. I don’t believe in God. Not anymore, at least. Not so bold as to call myself an Atheist; not so…

Maybe it’s always been this way. Maybe Americans have always been so self-assured and arrogant because our perceived superiority was rooted in some objective measure of reality. So it didn’t…

As fate COVID would have it, Jessi and I have been trying to watch several older movies which are considered part of everyone’s upbringing, but somehow missed ours. Case in point:…

For close to two months, national news has settled into a 24-hour COVID-19 party-line circle jerk of fear and conjecture. But one story managed to finally break through the din….

Dear Bank of America — It’s me, David Berry. I’ve been a personal banking customer for 16 years (I had hair back then! Don’t you remember? Of course you don’t). For…

“If I’m being honest.” On its face, the turn of phrase implies that something I may have said, or might still say, could otherwise be perceived as a bold-faced lie….