Archive for the ‘Politicians’ Category

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 — there’s always been a disturbing and seriously outdated undercurrent of idolatry for the masculine — along with a sense that (like […]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 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 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 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 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, […]


In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly dies of lung cancer. It’s bad enough when the smoke is spewing across rooftops in the distance, but it’s quite another thing when it’s blowing right through your living room window. When is the city going to get serious about inspecting these shitty boilers? Plus it’s getting worse, […]


In which The Gay Recluse contemplates the urge to shit on the world. In our apartment building, trash collection is not exactly arduous: all you have to do is put it out by the elevators between the hours of six and nine, morning or evening. For some, however, this is too much to ask, so […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead. Wake up – sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed. Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead. She’s gone where the […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Time/Date: Today, after the rain. The bridge is named in honor of George Washington, the first President of the United States. —Wikipedia


In which The Gay Recluse remembers sitting at the airport. Just last week we were sitting at the airport. At the time it seemed painfully boring, but now we kind of miss it. Even though we know that if we went back we’d be painfully bored again. This is also why George Bush was elected […]


In which The Gay Recluse presents a gay alternative to this week’s Modern Love offering in The Times. Please note that The Gay Recluse is an evil traffic whore and the essay on which the below parody is based was “lifted from The Times without permission.” Those looking for our quantitative analysis should click here. […]


In which The Gay Recluse responds to a comment. Today reader Wayward Son sent us the following note: I miss your opinion on opinion pieces. Lately I have been forced to read them myself. That means I am apt to accidentally take them seriously as I am without your sometimes satirical, sometimes facetious, always spot-on opinion […]