Baruth skips truth, or when Jack went whack, or why the US isn’t important and doesn’t matter.

You may recall Jack Baruth from my earlier conversations with him on such divers topics as computers and cuckoldry. It’s no startling confession, then, to say that I have more respect for him than, say, his cocksure younger brother, for Jack is one of the more erudite, culturally cognisant, and psychosexually aware bloggers out there. As such, I don’t mind taking the […]