Chuang-Tse Meets Jesus

It is enough to have written, says P. Gregory, as he takes a six month hiatus from Smile Politely to venture into the further unknown.

PG started small, following some twitterer during the Tony Awards. Now he’s addicted to Rick Sanchez, Rainn Wilson, and some guy named Justin.

P. Gregory provides four columns for the price of one, including health care spats, writer’s block, Antonioni, and Yoda.

Only the Rorschach test can bring together Gene Simmons, wizards, vaginas, and the need for health care reform.

Is 60 the new 40?  P. Gregory finds his life has been more fulfilled — in a manner of speaking — than Lincoln’s, King’s or Rock Hudson’s.

Why don’t Biblical literalists ever go to court over rainbows?

On this fourth of July weekend, Sarah Palin calls it quits, and being called gay is finally in.

In a week when the famous made headlines in death, P. Gregory remembers a friend who passed away, buried alive in the closet.

P. Gregory advocates for twittercare: Healthcare at 140 characters or less,