Charles Pierce

Dear Idiots: Please, for the love of Zeus — who’s already not happy with his current low-profile, god-wise — knock it off. The nine of us all have our problems. My sisters and I all have accounts we’d rather fob off on someone else. Look at poor Euterpe. She gets handed flute playing, an easy […]

In 1954, Hank Ballard and the Midnighters released “Work With Me, Annie,” a song dirtier than the sub-basement of Jack Abramoff’s soul. If I were a brilliant modern satirist, I would now write the following without ever referencing the song. Time might put me on its cover. The New York Observer would send me roses […]

Oh, Lord, sometimes, you make the fish so big and the barrel so small. By now, anyone with both a pulse and a healthy sense of the absurd has seen the National Review‘s list of the 50 Greatest Conservative Rock Songs. It is entirely possible that someone has seen it and not laughed themselves down […]

Just so everyone knows, I have several Personal people in my life, not including those in my immediate family, which includes my Personal Wife and all three of my Personal Children. Elsewhere, I have a Personal Agent, a Personal Mechanic, a Personal Yard Guy (twice a year), several Personal Editors, and my Personal Fencing Coach, […]

So, I had a bit of free time at the end of a long couple of days, and I’m floating around the Web, and I come upon this little masterpiece from the man who wrote a book about Woody Guthrie that damned near ruined Bruce Springsteen’s music for all of us. Look down there, Joe. […]

I think we can all be grateful that we live in such interesting times. I, for one, had hoped to survive long enough so that I could use the phrases, “Vice President of the United States” and “bust a cap in his dome” in the same sentence. And now, I can. I freely admit that […]

Because, like me, James Carville and Paul Begala are Catholics — And I know this because they mention it on every other page of their newest book, Take It Back: Our Party, Our Country, Our Future. Compared to this tome, The Shoes of the Fisherman reads like The 18th Brumaire — I will put my […]

So far, my favorite part of the Jack Abramoff story is the fact that he went over the spending limit for his middle-school class president’s race, and that he did so by throwing a party for prospective voters. I mean, a party? I can see it, can’t you? A whole bunch of folks, chowing down […]

Today, it’s Winnipeg. For the past couple of weeks, it had been Albany, Georgia. The season began in Fargo. Every day, to get myself in the festive holiday mood, I listen on my computer to one of the now several hundred radio stations from around North America that dedicate themselves shortly after Thanksgiving to playing […]

Boy, is this the Iran-Iraq War of Women Writers Gone Wild! How do you pick a side? Little Miss There Is No Date Rape against the Morticia Adams of Hibernian love muffins. I think maybe the Carthusians have the right idea on this whole glandular business. May I just say for the eternal record — […]