It’s Groundhog Day. Six more weeks of deep freeze?

Posted on February 2, 2026 by oddmanout215

I was deep into my writing routine when someone knocked on my door, derailing my train of thought. It was my neighbor Swamp Rabbit, seeking a ride to the liquor store so he wouldn’t have to brave the icy streets on foot. But my ancient Honda, parked out front, was still stuck in the snow despite my recent attempts to dig it out.

Swamp Rabbit told me it was an emergency, he had drained his last bottle, it would be my fault if he got the shakes and heard the chains of hell rattling. And when was the weather going to change? This cold snap was worse than the winter of ’96. Today was Groundhog Day — was he doomed to wake up and endure this same nasty day over and over, like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day, the movie?

“Quit whining,” I said. “Just be glad you’re not in Ukraine, where it’s 20 below zero and everyone is dodging Russian drones.”

But I felt bad for my mangy friend, even though he hadn’t helped me try to free my car last week. Good neighbor that I am, I ventured outside and hacked away at the ice around the Honda’s tires until my shovel broke. “That’s what you get for buying a plastic shovel,” he said. “Now what do we do?”

I dragged him up Swamp Road to where two husky young guys with metal shovels were struggling to free a two-ton SUV that was stuck in a drift. The woman behind the wheel was good-looking and probably accustomed to the kindness of strangers. I got behind the SUV with the other guys and we pushed until she was able to coax her shiny gas guzzler onto the asphalt. Swamp Rabbit shuffled up to the driver’s-side window and talked her into giving him a ride to the liquor store.

One of the young guys lives on the other side of Swamp Road. As he was leaving I borrowed his shovel and then dug out my car, only to discover the battery was dead. I thought about crossing the road to ask the guy for a jump, but I was too tired to bother.

Swamp Rabbit returned and I told him I’d decided to let my car sit where it is until the weather breaks. “This is South Philly,” I said. “If I drive somewhere there won’t be any parking spaces when I get back.”

“Quit whining,” he said as he broke the seal on his new bottle. “Just be glad you ain’t in Ukraine.”

Update: Almost forgot — Punxsutawney Phil, the famed groundhog prognosticator, saw his own shadow yesterday. Bundle up.

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Where have all the protest songs gone?

Posted on January 31, 2026 by oddmanout215

I was telling my neighbor Swamp Rabbit that Bruce Springsteen’s new song about the DHS murders in Minneapolis is heartfelt and timely. Too bad the melody is dreary, the vocal overwrought and the likelihood of the song changing the beliefs of MAGA morons almost nil. Is this the best protest song we can expect to hear?

Swamp Rabbit, trying to be cute, started singing “Where have all the protest songs gone?” to the melody of Pete Seeger’s old chestnut, “Where Have All the Flowers Gone?”

This was his way of mocking my question, I figured. More accurately, his way of dismissing the idea that protest songs can motivate great numbers of people to play an active role in advancing worthy causes.

“The Boss is preaching to the choir,” he said. “You said it yourself — that song ain’t gonna change them yahoos who think it’s OK to kidnap peeps and send ’em to torture camps.”

I told him we should at least give Springsteen credit for struggling against the tide in a time when so few artists seem to have a social conscience. “Streets of Minneapolis” won’t move the MAGA crowd, but it might compel apathetic liberals to march in rallies, call Congress and vote in the midterms. Maybe it will spark widespread feelings of community and common purpose, like “Blowin’ in the Wind” or “What’s Goin’ On” or “Ohio” in the old days.

“Them days are gone,” Swamp Rabbit said. “Now there’s Spotify and TikTok and so on. The music biz is cranking out more songs than ever, but they’re like candy corn. Pop tart songs. The peeps eat them for the sugar rush, quick as a blink. Even the hits don’t last. They ain’t made to last. This ain’t 1968.”

I told him there was a lot of candy corn in 1968, too, but also a lot of good songs, even good protest songs. Songs you could sink your teeth into.

He laughed his grisly laugh and said, “If there are good protest songs now, most peeps ain’t hearin’ ’em. They been conditioned to go for the candy corn, it’s cheaper and easy to swallow. Serious songs give ’em indigestion.”

I shook my head and said, “Man, I thought I was the cynical one. You’re a real mess.”

“You ain’t foolin’ me, Odd Man,” he replied. “You use Spotify all the time so you can play all them old boomer songs. But you know we can’t stop what’s coming.”

“Especially when it’s already here,” he added.

Footnote: Swamp Rabbit is mostly right but the current protest music scene is not completely bleak. The folksinger/guitar strummer Jesse Welles, a talented agitator who writes with Dylanesque humor, makes videos that have generated huge followings on TikTok and Instagram. Check out “Join ICE.” If you’re an old dude like me, you may not have heard Joseph Torrell, Jensen McRae or Mon RovĂ®a either.

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Fun in the sun at five above zero

Posted on January 27, 2026 by oddmanout215

It was 14 degrees above zero in Philly today and five above when the wind blew.

“At least the sun is shining,” my neighbor Swamp Rabbit said as he watched me shovel the snow that had buried my ancient Honda.

I asked him to help me dig out instead of standing around with a beer in his hand. He sang a verse from “You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere.”

“I’ll help out when you stop writing about that hog monster in the White House,” he said. “You’re gonna drop dead you keep obsessin’ about his ICE gestapo. Ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.”

Swamp Rabbit is like my late grandmother’s boyfriend, a chain-smoking freeloader named Enzo who used to bum cigarette money from my mother, whose name was Josephine. They would yap about world problems and Enzo would shrug and say, “It’s a mess but what are you gonna do, Jo?”

I reminded my decrepit neighbor that the ICE gestapo had murdered two upstanding citizens, Renee Good and Alex Pretti, while conducting their war on dark-skinned immigrants in Minneapolis. I told him to phone our Republican senator, the Trump lapdog and former hedge fund operator Dave McCormick, and demand that he oppose additional funding for ICE and Customs and Border Protection.

“That won’t work,” Swamp Rabbit said. “Besides, things might change.”

He told me that Border Patrol boss Gregory Bovino had just been replaced in Minneapolis by “border czar” Tom Homan, the bullethead who allegedly accepted a $50,000 bribe two years ago during an undercover FBI operation.

I referred him to a column by humorist Andy Borowitz headlined “Trump Replaces Asshole with Alternate Asshole.”

“It’s no good getting rid of a rotten apple if every apple in the barrel is rotten,” I said.

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Slavery in the cradle of liberty? Forget about it!

Posted on January 25, 2026 by oddmanout215

Here we go again. Last week I wrote about the goons at the Smithsonian who took steps to erase the history of Donald Trump’s impeachments. This week the goons were in Philadelphia, at the President’s House site in Independence National Historical Park, a few miles from where I live, erasing information about slavery in America.

My neighbor Swamp Rabbit shook his head. “Trump erasing history is old news. Why don’t you fixate on some other story?”

“There is no other story, you dummy.”

I told him that Trump’s removal of the informational plaques at the site — crowbars and jumbo pliers were used to take them down — is in keeping with his efforts to erase much of his own shameful history. He would have us forget his impeachments, his attempts to invalidate the 2020 election results, his leading role in the Jan. 6 insurrection, his felony convictions, his involvement with the pedophile Jeffrey Epstein, his embrace of the tyrant Putin, his —

“Enough,” Swamp Rabbit shouted. “What’s the point of restating the obvious? His MAGA fans ain’t listening.”

“My point is he’s getting worse,” I said. “The removal of the memorial to the enslaved people that George Washington kept at that site is another test of how much longer sane people will allow Trump and his goons to falsify the past and the present. To remain in control, that is.”

“If you say so, Odd Man. What about the 25th Amendment?”

“Sure, Trump could be pushed out with a letter from his cabinet, or a Congress-appointed group, stating that he’s not a capable president. The problem is he chose his horrible cabinet members, and they’re not likely to turn on him. Neither will the Republican suck-ups who control Congress.”

“What about the midterms?” Swamp Rabbit said, sipping whisky from his broken cup. “The Democrats could go for impeachment again if they get a majority in Congress.”

“You’re assuming a dictator will allow free and fair elections. Dream on, dude, and drink up.”

Footnote: Documents drawn up in colonial Philly — the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution — were milestones in human progress, but that’s no reason to pretend there’s no nasty side to American history… For what it’s worth, Philly has filed suit against the Trump administration and the National Park Service regarding removal of the slavery exhibit.

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These days, it’s the goons who wear masks

Posted on January 22, 2026 by oddmanout215

My neighbor Swamp Rabbit was complaining about recent history. An odious fraud comes to power and proceeds to make a mockery of existing laws. Fools and bigots rally around him. The elected officials who could rein him in encourage him and his lackeys to create chaos on a daily basis. How could these things be happening in 2026?

“The more things change, the more they stay the same,” I said, trotting out the hoariest of cliches.

“That ain’t true,” Swamp Rabbit replied. “Not when it comes to masking.”

I realized he was talking about facemasks. A few years ago, sane people wore masks to help limit the spread of the Covid-19 virus. Rightwing goons and nincompoops ridiculed them and called them “woke.” They accused mask wearers of trying to abolish their God-given right to do as they pleased, even as hundreds of thousands of Americans became infected with the virus and died.

“Everything has flipped,” my crusty neighbor explained. “Most of them woke peeps put away their masks when the pandemic cooled down. It’s the goons who are masking now.”

He meant members of the huge, militarized gang called Immigration and Customs Enforcement, usually referred to as ICE. The heavily armed and armored ICE agents get media coverage every day. They wear masks not for health reasons but rather to hide their identities as they stalk, chase, beat, abduct, jail, deport and sometimes shoot people who seem alien to them, all for the purpose of discouraging immigration to the United States. They get paid to eliminate undesirables and scare everyone else.

“They’re a private army, Odd Man, just like the Gestapo.”

“You’re wrong,” I reply. “The Gestapo wore fedoras, not masks.”

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Insurrection? I don’t remember that.

Posted on January 19, 2026 by oddmanout215

From The New York Times, another reminder that being a dictator means having the power to replace the historical record with self-serving propaganda:

The Smithsonian’s National Portrait Gallery removed wall text that referred to President Trump’s two impeachments — language that had upset the White House — when the museum recently replaced a portrait of him in its “America’s Presidents” exhibition.

The wall text described some of Mr. Trump’s political accomplishments… [but] it also included: ‘Impeached twice, on charges of abuse of power and incitement of insurrection after supporters attacked the U.S. Capitol on January 6, 2021, he was acquitted by the Senate in both trials.’

That sentence had long bothered the Trump administration.

The Smithsonian Institution used to be “regarded as independent from the executive branch,” the Times reporter wrote. But now Trump is threatening to cut the Smithsonian’s funding unless it presents him with a list of its current and planned exhibitions, presumably because he intends to block or alter any exhibitions that don’t please him.

My neighbor Swamp Rabbit backed off when I tried to show him the whole article. “Gimme a break. I don’t want to think about that hog monster no more.”

“Dictators think they can erase history,” I said, referencing a conversation he and I had recently. “They count on chumps like you to forget what really happened.”

I was worked up because I’d just reread Milan Kundera’s The Book of Laughter and Forgetting (1978), which opens with an anecdote about a 1948 photograph of Klement Gottwald, Czechoslovakia’s Communist leader, standing on an outdoor balcony next to another Communist official, Vladimir Clementis, who had just placed his cap on Gottwald’s head to protect him against the cold while he spoke to a large crowd.

The anecdote ends like this:

Four years later Clementis was charged with treason and hanged. The propaganda section immediately airbrushed him out of history and, obviously, out of all the photographs as well. Ever since, Gottwald has stood on the balcony alone. Where Clementis once stood, there is only bare palace wall. All that remains of Clementis is the cap on Gottwald’s head.

“Come on now, Trump ain’t that bad,” Swamp Rabbit said. “Even if he was, the media in this country wouldn’t let a story like that be forgot.”

I rolled my eyes. “What about Fox News? What about the Jeff Bezos-owned Washington Post? They’re trying to make us forget the real story of what happened on January 6, 2021.”

“Maybe,” he said, smiling. “But that was a long time ago, Odd Man.”

Update: The Post ran no stories — that’s right, zero — about the fifth anniversary of the attack on the Capitol. Yet another glaring indication of how thoroughly Bezos was cowed by the re-elected Trump.

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Stephen Miller, Nietzsche, and ‘Baby Face’

Posted on January 16, 2026 by oddmanout215

You can talk all you want about international niceties and everything else. But we live in a world, in the real world, Jake, that is governed by strength, that is governed by force, that is governed by power. These are the iron laws of the world. — Stephen Miller, speaking to CNN’s Jake Tapper

My neighbor Swamp Rabbit and I we were discussing the extent to which Donald Trump’s clumsy embrace of imperialism — the invasion of Venezuela, the threatened takeover of Greenland, etc. — was influenced by advice from his deputy chief of staff, Stephen Miller.

Swamp Rabbit tossed his empty beer can. He said Miller is Trump’s idea man, and that his ideas were heavily influenced by the writings of Friedrich Nietzsche.

“Miller got picked on in high school because he was a 90-pound dweeb,” my bibulous buddy said. “He’s using Nietzsche language to justify his desire to get revenge on the bad-asses who picked on him.”

“You’re crazy,” I said. “It wasn’t Venezuelans who picked on him. It wasn’t Greenlanders.”

It seems Swamp Rabbit recently saw some author on TV talking about Nietzsche and realized Miller must have cribbed a lot of his sayings from The Will to Power, Nietzsche’s guidebook to personal growth through self-assertion.

“Miller must have misread him,” I said. “Judging from his comments, he owes more to Heinrich Himmler than to Nietzsche.”

But then I thought it through and pitched a theory of my own — that Miller got his ideas from Baby Face, a pre-Code Hollywood movie (1933) where Barbara Stanwyck plays the daughter of a saloonkeeper who is pimping her to his customers. She puts up with this miserable situation until she meets a philosophical old guy who holds up a copy of The Will to Power and offers her some stern advice:

“You must be a master, not a slave. Look here — Nietzsche says, ‘All life, no matter how we idealize it, is nothing more nor less than exploitation.’ That’s what I’m telling you. Exploit yourself. Go to some big city where you will find opportunities! Use men! Be strong! Defiant! Use men to get the things you want!”

“So she runs away to New York City,” I said. “She gets a job in an office building, cozies up to a series of horny executives and literally sleeps her way to the top floor.”

Swamp Rabbit scratched his matted gray hair and looked puzzled. “So Miller is like the Barbara Stanwyck character? Or are you saying he’s like the old guy with the Nietzsche book?”

“The old guy, you dummy. Miller’s way too ugly for the Stanwyck part, but he’s smart enough to be a big influence on Trump, his lord and master.”

“You’re giving me a headache,” Swamp Rabbit said, reaching for another beer.

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Five years on, Jan. 6 insurrection still in progress

Posted on January 7, 2026 by oddmanout215

Maryland Congressman Jamie Raskin in a recent New York Times op-ed:

… No amount of whitewashing can erase the images of “stop the steal” rioters assaulting police officers with baseball bats, metal pipes, Confederate and Trump flagpoles, bear spray and other chemicals.

But is Raskin right? I had to remind my neighbor Swamp Rabbit that yesterday was the fifth anniversary of Donald Trump’s attempt to overturn the results of the 2020 presidential election and, in the process, start this country down the road to dictatorship.

“Dictatorship is a big word.” Swamp Rabbit said. “Be cool, Odd Man, things are bound to get better.”

He argued that Trump, although a notorious liar, a bigoted conman, a convicted felon and our most unqualified president ever, cannot justifiably be called a dictator, or even a would-be dictator, because our government still operates under the system of checks and balances established 249 years ago by the enlightened rebels who participated in the Constitutional Convention.

“You got your executive and legislative and judicial,” he explained, playing devil’s advocate. “A president, even a lowlife like Trump, will get smacked down by the other two branches if he becomes a danger to democracy. Ain’t no way he can be a dictator.”

But what happens if the president is a danger but the people in the other two branches are too cowardly or corrupt to smack him down? If an entire political party falls in line behind a leader who files bogus lawsuits alleging election fraud and recruits counterfeit electors? If the U.S. Supreme Court rules that a president can enjoy immunity from criminal prosecution for most “official” actions — i.e., actions taken while in office?

He stroked his goatee and said, “Don’t ask me, I ain’t no Constitution expert.”

The answer is nothing happens, because the laws governing the executive branch, as spelled out in the Constitution, are too vague to rein in a rogue president who would be king or, in this case, dictator.

It’s maddening. Trump’s coup attempt failed, but not before 147 Republican senators and Congress members refused to certify the 2020 election results. Afterwards, some prominent Republican pols scolded him for his lawlessness, but they reverted to being his stooges as soon as it became clear that MAGA voters were still with him. Now that he’s president again, they’re in lockstep behind him as he tries to erase history by blaming the Jan. 6 Capitol riot on Democrats. Erasing is what dictators do.

“Enough,” Swamp Rabbit said, still playing devil’s advocate. “Can’t you just call him an authoritarian?”

“That’s a weasel word.” I replied. “But call him that if it makes you happy.”

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Get with it, clean energy fans. Hire influencers.

Posted on January 1, 2026 by oddmanout215

Lately I’ve been either jogging or writing, and my newsy neighbor Swamp Rabbit wants to know what’s up.

“How come you spendin’ so much time in Bog Water Homes?’ he said, naming the swampy development where we live. “You get laid off from your save-the-planet job?”

I told him clean energy is still growing but 2025 was a bad year for expansion, if that’s what he means by save the planet. Nobody from the Trump gang attended the United Nations climate conference (COP30). Instead, our felon-in-chief and his gang weakened fuel efficiency standards for cars and light trucks, undermined efforts to expand the electric car industry, and permitted new oil-and-gas drilling in America’s coastal waters.

“I had to ease up on trying to sell wind and solar because the fossil fuel goons are surging,” I told Swamp Rabbit. “But that will change when the MAGA regime is overthrown.”

My mangy neighbor snickered. “You sure that’s gonna happen? You see what them yahoos done last month?”

He was referring to the brazenly nihilistic order to halt construction of five offshore windfarms that would power millions of homes on the East Coast. And, before that, the EPA’s Orwellian decision to erase all mention of human-caused climate change from its website.

“Wind and solar jawns are losing the information war,” he added. “What you guys need are influencers.”

I had assumed that “influencer” was just another name for salesperson, or marketing consultant, but Swamp Rabbit quickly set me straight. Social media influencers are performers. They have filmmaking skills and are young and photogenic and eager to become indistinguishable from the brands they are pushing.

“Don’t you read Philadelphia magazine?” he said before showing me an article naming the “influencers of the year,” in categories like fitness, fashion, lifestyle, parenting, home and design, and nano. (I had to google the latter.)

“And beauty, of course,” he added. “A beauty influencer would know how to make wind turbines and solar panels look sexy. She could get out there with a ring light and a cute little outfit and sell clean energy at a discount with her $300 skin cream.”

“You’re drunk, Swamp Rabbit. Most people wouldn’t fall for a pitch like that, even on TikTok.”

He snickered again. “Get with the program, Odd Man. Things have changed.”

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Songs for a cool Yule and beyond

Posted on December 26, 2025 by oddmanout215

I was putting together this year’s Christmas playlist with help from my neighbor Swamp Rabbit, who has strong opinions about holiday music.

“No more ‘Jingle Bells!'” he shouted. “There are two thousand versions out there and they all suck.”

He asked me if I was including any serious songs this year. He meant sentimental standards that were hits before your mother was born. Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas,” Judy Garland’s “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” and so on.

“I don’t like having my heartstrings tugged,” I said. “It gives me indigestion.”

“You don’t have a heart.” Swamp Rabbit said. “What about cheerful Christmas songs? I bet you don’t like them either.” He named Mariah Carey’s monster hit “All I Want for Christmas Is You,” which sounds like Phil Spector on crack cocaine.

My mangy friend can’t accept that I’m turned off by songs that hit you over the head in order to coax a certain emotional response. Songs that try to reduce you to tears or pump you up with false bravado.

“So what is on your playlist, Odd Man?”

I told him I still like Vince Guaraldi’s jazzy “Peanuts” theme and singers who summon up the Christmas spirit with humor and elan, like James Brown on “Santa Claus Go Straight to the Ghetto.”

“That song’s on your list every year.” he said. “Why don’t you give it a break?”

“It’s one of my standards, you fool. Like I said last year, if you don’t like my list, make your own.”

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