For decades, the standard baby-boomer position on tattoos was admirably consistent: they were for Popeye, his rival Bluto and WWII sailors who’d “seen things,” bikers named Snake, carnival workers who guessed your weight for a dollar, and inmates with homemade chess sets and a suspiciously detailed knowledge of homemade shivs. Then something happened. The post-war generation that embraced free love, acid and disco while disdaining tattoos as a sign of poor judgment has finall

David Sherman The New York Times and other legacy, lying, commie, fascist left-wing, liberal press outlets report Gen-Zers think sex is a four-letter word. I don’t know what a Gen-Zer is, other than horny, but young men and women have decided sex with others is a hassle. Women say men are nuts, undoubtedly true. The U.S. elected a role-model rapist as president, though most men, it is said, fear hitting on women now means they’re lower than pond scum. Asking a woman at wor

I. I Got A Head Full of Ideas that Are Drivin’ Me Insane As good old Immanuel Kant seemed to demonstrate pretty effectively way back in the 1780s in his monolithic Critique of Pure Reason, there’s an unbridgeable gap between how we experience the world and the way it really is. After all, we don’t observe nature as does a cytoplasmic-flowing amoeba, or a cabbage moth fluttering over the garden hedge, or your average mutt, with a sense of smell perhaps 100,000 times more sensi