On the Ninth Day of Rantmas
The Rant abides. From glen to glen and down the mountainside. Over the river and through the woods. Staying alive no matter what occurs. Of all the gin joints in all the towns of the world, The Rant walks in … Continued
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On the Eighth Day of Rantmas
The Rant has been reading Grant by Ron Chernow of Hamilton fame. We can’t wait for the Lin Manuel Miranda musical. Nothing makes the wholesale slaughter of Americans in the Civil War go down easier than a freestyle rap. We’re … Continued
On the Seventh Day of Rantmas
The Rant asks: guess who’s getting a tax break? Not you my brothers and sisters. Unless you bathe in the tears of the children making your designer shoes and pay someone to register surprise because you’re Botox-ridden face can’t, you … Continued
On the Sixth Day of Rantmas
Wow. Things got a little dark over in Rantmas yesterday. We’re talking Charlie-Brown-kills-the-wee-Christmas-tree dark, Skinny-Santa-shames-the-Rudolph-family dark. But we’re back Ranatics. Every holiday season has a dark night of the soul. We’ve had ours. The Rant, logging some time at the … Continued
Five Golden Rants
The Rant got all giddy making it to Five Golden Rants until we realized we weren’t even halfway finished. Why does the song get all hot and bothered like that so early in the proceedings? The Rant won’t lie; we … Continued
On the Fourth Day of Rantmas
Ranatics, can you believe it, the fourth of day of Rantmas? To be honest, The Rant expected to find ourselves face down in a puddle of rye and our own tears by now. Yet we’re both sane and sober. Ish. … Continued
Journey, not Destination
Artist, create now for your perfection is sure to be the Achilles heel to your creativity and despite your personal strivings likely you won’t see any work to its end but instead will see many new beginnings very much in … Continued
On the Third Day of Rantmas
The Rant finds it amusing when people claim they like reading a site that does nothing but link to other content. That site offers nothing original friends. Don’t be fooled with this cheap trick. They just want you to want … Continued
On the Second Day of Rant
The Rant wonders if Magic Johnson asked Santa for a helicopter parent in his stocking. We doubt it. Five rings and in the debate for NBA G.O.A.T. could not quell the fury of daddy LaVar Ball. Coming out of the … Continued
On the First Day of Rant
The Rant hears you Ranatics. The tens of you. We know it’s been a tough year and you want, nay require, some Rant and eggnog to get you through your parents’ bizarre and rambling conspiracy theory about how poor Roy … Continued