Saturday, October 31, 2020
by R. Gordon Dalrymple As my wife Wendy’s graphic above so pointedly communicates, the dung is about to hit the chopper blades after November 3rd, and it’s both pachyderm and donkey assholes poised above them. I try to avoid excessive...
R. Gordon Dalrymple Here in the palatial editorial penthouse offices of the Toast, ennui and consternation have reigned — fatigue with coronavirus and the infoglut of contradictory new studies, statistics, analyses, protests, conspiracy theories, political spin and prophecies that drove...
OP-ED: Wendy and I took off over the weekend for some fishing in Grapevine Lake. The 100+ temperatures damn near fried us in our little 12-ft. Porta-Bote with no canopy. We caught four largemouth bass. Wendy took the prize...
R. Gordon Dalrymple By nature I am not a fearful man. Once on a camping trip in Wyoming, I stared down a bobcat intent on stealing my dinner of kipper snacks. It was on a rock ledge above me, ready...
R. Gordon Dalrymple OP-ED: The Washington Toast proudly echoes the furious chorus of condemnation over our treasonous president’s recent confab with Vlad the Democracy Impaler. God only knows what secrets our bumbling Manchurian Candidate coughed up in the Kremlin. He might...

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