Very good, dude. You can find a gif that demonstrates your name.

What game? I’m entertaining myself by jousting with stupid people.

Yes. Yes, it is.

If I write like a freshman poli-sci major, what does that say about the person who puts an apostrophe in sometime’s?

Jesus, dude. 2/10. This would work if you weren’t ultimately defending George Will.

Now I’m thinking about dogs, and this is a weird little song.

Ah, the perfect election song for all parties.

Exactly. Plus, you know, there’s an irony overload in criticizing a critic of George Will for having a robust vocabulary.

“sometimes” not “sometime’s”.

Maybe. Or maybe this is the year of the outsider, whether in the form of Trump, or in the fairly serious challenge Sanders gave to Clinton.

Point of fact, I made a comment on which you felt compelled to comment in a sniveling, derisive tone concerning my grasp.

You can blame Michelle Bachmann on the voters of the 6th Congressional District.

Proffer? Dogmatize? Expound? Elocute?

You just used “pontificate”.

And I remember Lunatic Fringe. Speaking of more Canadians, Cowboy Junkies’ Black Eyed Man was the entire fall of 1996, and a rotation of Neil Young’s Harvest and Harvest Moon was much of the fall of 1994.

I don’t whether you’re a Nabokov fan or a Billy Collins fan, but if a Nabokov fan, then baseball away!

Oh, terrifying and sad the world limited to the constraints of your cognition.

Sure, all true. But Trump’s potential genius is marrying that carefully curated GOP racism with populist economics.

But, but...but: baseball. Actually, watching George Will yammer about baseball in the Ken Burns film made me like baseball less. You just know George has a shrine to Kenesaw Mountain Landis in an alcove just off his sex dungeon.

I’m approaching 42. You know, I can start when I was 13 in 1987 with AC/DC’s Who Made Who. Or, Rush’s Exit, Stage left for July of 1991. Or, I can go with the first album my would-be wife loaned me, Billy Bragg’s Back to Basics as the soundtrack of November, 1998. Or Beulah’s When Your Heartstrings Break for October…