“Come fly with me, come fly away… if you can use some exotic booze, I know a bar in far Bombay”… The sounds of Sinatra fill the empty spaces in my troubled soul. Yes. I can use some exotic booze. The world is in need of a great reset. This has been looked upon by...
The Cadet was home last week. It was nice having her back in Le Château de Lieberman, even if it was only for a brief period of time. Incidentally, what Sandy and I are really looking forward to is Thanksgiving… Carolyn is about to turn 30 and Chaney is about to turn 21… Thanksgiving itself...
Another week, another murderous rampage. This has become pathetic, and our response to it has become equally pathetic. While Sandy, Kavon, and I were in Wisconsin this last week, part of the flotsam and jetsam of human waste decided to seek notoriety by killing a bunch of children. Naturally, there was an immediate and visceral reaction...
Berlin, at the end of the Cold War, was a den of spies, vipers, and other miscreants. It was a beautiful place. A cold martini and a cold blade were in equal abundance and the one constant in this cloudy world was a lack of constants. Light might serve as an antiseptic, but in...
Last week I received a call from a distressed client. He had just been subjected to a federal search warrant, and he was… and continues to be… terrified. Anyone would. His bucolic life was instantly turned upside down. He will never be the same. What portends of his future remains in question, and the trauma of...
“I did not pull the trigger.” That was the headline this morning when I sat down to my computer. Alec Baldwin, for reasons that are completely inexplicable to me, has been quoted as saying in an interview that he never pulled the trigger on the firearm that killed his cinematographer. There is no indication that he...
Last week I wrote a blog about the Kyle Rittenhouse testimony immediately after he finished testifying. I was nervous the jury was going to return a verdict before the blog went out the following Wednesday. As it turns out that was not something I needed to be worried about. I am writing this blog post...
Last Wednesday I had the distinct pleasure of listening to the oral arguments in NYRPA v Bruen. I use the word pleasure in a guarded context. Getting a massage can be pleasurable. Getting a deep tissue massage can hurt like hell. Somewhere on that continuum the needle moves from pleasure to pain. That point...
Alec, Alec, Alec.… Been a couple of tough weeks huh? Not as tough for you as the family of Halyna Hutchins….but hey these things happen. At least that is what you have been telling people for years. Guns are the problem, not the people holding them. They just sort of go off on their own. I respectfully...
July the Fourth, Two Thousand Twenty One Each year that I write this blog I get excited about the Fourth of July. Knowing the blog is published on a Wednesday, I typically check the calendar around the beginning of June to see what day the Fourth falls on that year. Six times a decade I...
