I'm In Fact A Hair Under Six

I Was Not A Jock In High School. I Know, You're Shocked.

I Have A Dream, And A Plan, To Combine The Commercial Possibilities Of Valentine's Day With The Substance And Meaning Of Black History Month. I Call It: Blackentine's Day.

I Know A Lot About A Few Things - Mostly Useless Things.

Did I End Up Finding A Little Blue Pill To Cure America's Electoral Dysfunction? Unfortunately, It's Not That Simple.

I'd Rather Call Myself A Mischief-maker, An Imp, Rather Than A Satirist. Satirist Sounds So Self Important. Plus No One Is Calling Himself An Imp Right Now. It Makes Me Feel Special.