I'm Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain'a? So here we go again, that I tell you's I seriously considered that the enjoyment of our weekly intercourse would be interrupted until after Easter on account of me giving up writing my usual essay for the Lenten season, boo-hoo...

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I got one hot tip for you’s who may be still steamed by having to cool your heels in long lines whenever you go to vote once every four years during a November battle of presidents...

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen: GO PACK, GO! You betcha. Yes, I know that there were some knobshines around here who were fed up with all the “hype” and “over-coverage” about our Green and Gold good guys’ quest to bring the Lombardi Trophy back...

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, no hard-provoking, thought-throbbing essay on the schmutz of our times this week, no sir. I am otherwise occupied if not...

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I was over by my buddy Little Jimmy Iodine’s the other day while members of our House of Reprehensitives were reading a version of the U.S. Constitution on C-SPAN. “Cripes,” I said. “They’re reading the goddamn employee...

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, as I prepare my annual award-winning “Year-in-Review, Year Ahead” essay for next week’s paper, two words keep ringing a bell in my head from this 2010: failure and disappointment, oy vey...

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, how ’bout that price for electricity these dark days jacked up to where a guy’s going to have to take out a loan every month when he gets his bill handed to him, what the fock. Problem is, we can complain all we want, but it might be wise to recall...

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, got to tell you’s that I am not physically and/or mentally up to stuffing this page with a fully blown chock-jammed essay this week. No sir, I’m just too dang worn out to whip it out, I kid you not. Here’s the deal: Because I’ve been...