Names Never to Forget

A reminder: In March of 1965, Viola Liuzzo drove the family’s Oldsmobile from her Detroit home to Alabama to participate in Martin Luther King Jr.’s marches from Montgomery to Selma. The marches, three of them, were in response to the atrocities marchers endured earlier when trying to cross the Edmund Pettus Bridge into Selma, and…

What’s It With Them Eyes, Ray?

I don’t know if you’d call it a hobby, or what. But of late, I have taken up a new … uh, hows ’bout we call it a “calling”? It came up a few months ago. Maybe a year ago or so. I can’t pin it down with any precision because in the early stages,…

The Unsweetest Sorrow

  Your Mr. Cope has been thinking much about sorrow for several days now. I use that word—sorrow—in purposeful contrast to “sadness,” “melancholy,” “depression,” for a specific cause. Sorrow, though it might include those and many other components (and almost always does), is reserved in my mind for one and only one event. Someone has…

Bashful Patriots

The following was printed in The Boise Weekly on Wednesday (August 2). Bashful Patriots: Where lies the land these liberals love? In a recent conversation about the upside-down surrealism to which this grotesque buffoon has brought our nation, my friend said something to the effect “You know, one good thing about this stuff with him…

The Auto-Fellatio Tutorial We’d Never Thought We’d Need

To the sons of those Christians—evangelical and otherwise—who voted for, and continue to support, Trump: Boys, I know this must be a confusing time for you, what with all those nasty things your parents have been warning you against doing ever since you were knee-high to the family pit bull. And then they go fall…

Thursday Night—I Lied

I have a confession to make. Remember Monday last? … when I told you I had a toothache? Well, I didn’t. I lied. Sunday night, when I normally prepare my Monday morning Mr. Cope’s Cave post, I had no toothache. Saturday, I had a toothache, yes. And Friday, I had a toothache—most likely the same…