The Encroachment of the Unsayable


Christmas

    Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt,  pull up a chair, pour some eggnog, have some Christmas cookies, or whatever means Christmas/Yule/Hannukah/any of the other winter solstice holidays to you.        The day before yesterday as I write this was the shortest day of the year.  Life as we know it, with some exceptions that…

The Encroachment of the Unsayable


Journalism

  Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt,  pull up a chair, pour something, and let’s talk.     I was hard put to find something I wanted to talk about today.  I think I’m going to discuss what passes for journalism these days.  Look journalism used to mean “reporting the facts.”  Now it seems the dictionary has…

The Encroachment of the Unsayable


The Encroachment of the Unsayable


The Encroachment of the Unsayable