The Rambling Moron

Kansas City has had a million faces. We've been a cowtown, an industry town, the center of the crime world....

For most of us, TikTok serves as a silly video website to see cats doing silly things and trending dances....

Ding. Ding. Ding. Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the octagon for tonight's title fight. In the white corner...

Just got back from a tremendous post-holiday vacation and there are a TON of things to catch up on. It's...

One of the tenets of journalism is reporting the truth. There are, obviously, multiple ways of reporting said truth and...

2023 is in the books. For most of us, there were some great and some not so great - like...

It's Christmas time in the Northland! The stockings have been hung. The balls have been displayed. The poinsettias are flying...

So many things going on this holiday season, and so many things to talk about. I'm going to try to...

Uttering the name “Don Denkinger” in the state of Missouri will always elicit cheers. However, depending on which side of...

It’s been a year. Everything is different. Different address. Different environment. Different. Everything has changed except the basics, and even...

It's happened. The full evolution from kid who listened to Rush Limbaugh in the UMKC parking lot to grown man...

Baseball season has ended, and the *checks notes* Texas Rangers are World Series Champions. It seems like millennia since the...

I've written in the past in this space about signs and messages on products and how they probably have some...

Something stinks in Jeff City and it smells worse than a football team locker room. But the plus side is...

From the makers of Pizzagate and “The NFL is rigged” comes the latest tinfoil conspiracy theories -- and you're going...

As a rite of passage last week, as my son turned 21, I took him out for a night at...

The year was 1984. Kansas City and Arrowhead stadium were the center of the entertainment world. Mary Hart and John...

What a bunch of morons. No, I'm not talking about your cousin's ill-fated attempt at building a homemade rocket or...

The year was 1990. It was my first week at college in Columbia, Missouri, and my roommate and I set...

Across the region you can hear the piercing tones of the school bell break through the summer wind. Or that...