July 31, 2020
In this issue:
A Death of Spirit: Shudder at the thought
Deacon’s Diner: Food for a restless mind More »
My Thoughts
First up for a final Friday, my confession: I am neither a zoologist, biologist, epidemiologist, pathologist, virologist, physiologist, psychologist, psychiatrist, scientist nor much of any other expertologist, for the little what matters. In point of fact, neither have I ever pretended to be one on television, radio, or anti-social media. But I know a pretender—or a politician pretending—when I see one; I can spot one a gazillion miles away and I warrant most with an ounce of common sense have the same quick eye for professional affectation and humbuggery.