Archive for the ‘Government’ Category

In which Dante and Zephyr brace for November. Friends! Srsly — if McCain is such a “maverick,” why can’t he just admit that not every cat is a lolcat?  Why is McCain such a Grumpy McNasty? Not every cat is a lolcat!


In which The Gay Recluse wonders when the fog will burn off. Lately it seems that every morning we wake up in a fog. And we feel sort of hopeless, because even though logic dictates otherwise, we wonder if this will be the day that the fog is permanent. And we’ll never see the sky […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. An amber light descended on the rooftops of Washington Heights. Dark clouds loomed ominously overhead. Inside we read the news reports and — like everyone else we know — wondered what it means. Are we fucked? Or are we not fucked? Odd […]


In which The Gay Recluse takes a look at what’s really going ahn. Although Maureen Dowd is generally liberal to the extent that she hates Bush — and hey, we can appreciate that! — there’s always been a disturbing and seriously outdated undercurrent of idolatry for the masculine — along with a sense that (like […]


In which The Gay Recluse is momentarily exasperated. Heigh everyone! Check out these side-by-side ledes as they appeared on the New York Times home page this morning: John McCain A Scrappy Style By KATHARINE Q. SEELYE Senator McCain honed his debate skills both in and out of politics. versus Barack Obama An Uneven Record By […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with birds. For a while after college, we worked watering plants in corporate office buildings in downtown Manhattan. We worked in law firms, investment banks and other companies who generally could be said to rule the world. It was poisonous work to the extent that we were […]


In which The Gay Recluse considers a Palin administration and shudders. One difference between George W. Bush (and McCain) and Sarah Palin is that Palin is genuine to a degree Bush or McCain is/was not. Watching Bush (as much as we prefer not to) we get the sense that he — a Connecticut blue blood […]


In which The Gay Recluse reflects on those who died on 9/10 and 9/12. Every year on 9/11, our thoughts inevitably drift to those who died on 9/10 and 9/12. And whether their deaths were any more or less tragic than those so aggressively memorialized. Those who try to elevate themselves on the shoulders of […]


In which The Gay Recluse feels a little less depressed. So hmmm… we can’t help but wonder if the Republican geniuses considered the idea that they might mobilize a movement of women against Sarah Palin. Consider all the women in our family — who btw live in Pennsylvania and Ohio — who are srsly irate. […]


In which The Gay Recluse is still morose. Today we felt so completely trapped. By our neighborhood, our job, our possessions. Oh and our stupid country. Our life felt completely artless. But then we came home and watched The Hills. And played with the cats. Soon we’ll go to bed. We wonder what it would […]


In which The Gay Recluse questions the kind of man who berates a 75-year old woman for being pro-choice. Our mother — who lives near Pittsburgh in the “swing-state” of Pennsylvania — has been going to physical therapy lately because she hurt her foot. She goes during the day, when a lot of the other […]


In which The Gay Recluse braces for the inevitable. This past week has been very depressing to us. You just get the feeling that the election is already slipping away. It’s not like we think Obama is going to save us or anything. But when was the last time we had a major candidate who […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with birds. With the addition of Sarah Palin to the Republican ticket, the choice in the 2008 election is even more clear: it is those who embody the ethos of the city — the metropolis — versus the graceless, who are too afraid to doubt. We are […]


In which The Gay Recluse looks through leaves at the sky. For a while we were thinking about watching some of the Republican convention. But — incredibly — it seems even dumber than the Olympics the Democratic convention. It’s hard to imagine people living their lives as politicians, or even journalists. But somehow they do […]


In which Zephyr gets political. Friends! Did you not hear it? In these dire times, we must always remember one thing. Not every cat is a lolcat.


In which The Gay Recluse hates smug people of any political persuasion. Aww, NYT “Domestic Disturbances” columnist Judith Warner is upset! She doesn’t understand why we have to spend so much money on pets, when we could just take them out in the backyard and shoot them when they get hurt or sick, like they […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Change we can believe in. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables and steel beams, it gleams in the sky like a reversed arch. It is blessed. It is the only […]


In which The Gay Recluse is still voting for Obama. He’s not Janice Dickinson, but whatevs — did he not promise to mandate Sunday bagpipe maneuvers in the park? Let us now make clear our one non-negotiable demand: henceforth we will limit our support of presidential candidates to those who promise — upon assuming the […]


In which The Gay Recluse goes for laffs. Sort of. So get ready, this just in from our Albany Correspondent: The framed statute is a hot gay statute: it is the pen (one of the pens) with which Gov. Pataki signed the Gay Rights Bill (SONDA for those in the know) back in 2002 and […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Our country has a lot of George statues, and no surprise — given that he was known to enjoy the company of men in every way possible — quite a few of them are rather gay, although none has proven to be particularly hot. Albany, […]