USA TODAY April 13, 2015 Tax-time devil’s dictionary of DC lingo by James Bovard Having trouble with the ‘Washingtonese’ around April 15? Look no further for a translation. April 15 is the day each year when Americans are most likely to slander Washington. Unfortunately, the city’s nebulous nomenclature deters citizens from recognizing exactly how well […]
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My Path-Breaking Work at the Harvard Business School
The Northeast is getting whacked by a blizzard, bringing back memories of one of my favorite gigs when I lived in Boston in the late 1970s. Following is an excerpt from the Public Policy Hooligan chapter on “Playing Left Field in Boston.” That chapter begins, “My 1977 move to Boston was akin to the Beverly […]
Boston Radio Show on my Santa Claus Gig
Here’s a MP3 clip of a zesty December 12th interview on the Good American radio show talking about my gig as a Santa Claus. The host was Charles Rivers and it was broadcast on Cambridge/Boston’s WEMF Radio. We had a fine durn time. For the full story on the Santa gig and other misadventures, see Public Policy Hooligan.
WSJ: Confessions of a One Season Santa Claus (2011)
A lot of folks say that freelance writers never do any honest work. Pshaw! I worked as a Santa Claus more than 30 years ago, so that charge doesn’t apply to me. Here’s a repost of a riff that was published in the Wall Street Journal three years ago. I used this story in my memoir essay, […]
USA Today: Govt. by Cromnibus – blind, deaf, & dumb
USA TODAY, December 12, 2014 Government by Cromnibus – blind, deaf and dumb: Column by James Bovard The Know-Nothing Party Rules Us All “You can lead a man to Congress but you can’t make him think,” quipped Milton Berle in 1950. Last night’s House of Representatives’ approval of the 1,603 page, $1 trillion Cromnibus bill […]
Thanksgiving & My Father’s Favorite Poem
This is the time of year when folks use sweetened condensed milk for pumpkin pie, peanut butter fudge, and many other holiday treats. Every time I see those cans advertised, I am reminded of my father’s favorite poem. My father worked on farms for most of his life, including two summers during high school on […]