Richard Plinke - Blogs and Slogs

From biting satire to straight-up storytelling, this is where Rich Plinke unloads. Culture, politics, pandemic absurdities, personal scars — nothing’s off limits. Dive in, laugh a little, and maybe get pissed off along the way.

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Richard Plinke at a lectern addressing an audience—Speaking page header.

Live Reading: How to Sell the Plague

Richard Plinke takes the stage for an unfiltered reading from his book How to Sell the Plague. Expect equal parts satire, straight talk, and storytelling — the kind of commentary that makes you laugh while wondering if you should be offended.

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Autumn candles and stadium lights: Rich Plinke reflects on turning 78, Rutgers–Oregon 56–10, and gratitude.

So Many Candles, So Little Cake

Rich Plinke marks his 78th with humor, a Rutgers–Oregon 56–10 reality check, and a heartfelt thanks for the birthday wishes.
Carnival midway with a spinning ride (“Satan’s Wheel of Death”) as red-haired Hope approaches—humorous story of lost love, amnesia, and a twist ending.

Helplessly Hoping Her Harlequin Hovers Nearby

A cheeky jab at pay-to-play writing contests, followed by a 1,000-word midway caper: Hope, Hopo, amnesia, and a carnival twist. Yes—Hope springs eternal.
Popcorn against an emerald glow—laughing at the show’s spectacle while side-eyeing its missing context.

Wicked

Plinke riffs on Wicked, prequels, and pop culture: dazzled by spectacle, skeptical of the premise, and wickedly amused from start to “To Be Continued.”
Vintage youth football photo of the author at 13 without a facemask—first season, pregame stance—paired with an essay on PIAA fairness and Parkland vs St. Joe’s.

Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam

A rant on PIAA’s stacked deck: Parkland’s public roster vs St. Joe’s all-star pipeline, a 46–7 reminder, and a facemask-free life lesson from 1960.
Leaf-covered, rock-strewn trail on South Mountain at the Black River Conservatory with the author and dog Luna; a humorous essay about PA’s rocks and Allentown views.

Pennsylvania Rocks!

Leaf-covered rocks, steep switchbacks, Allentown views, and one very good dog. A funny ode to Pennsylvania’s rocky hills—and why “rock and roll” is here to stay.
Author with his dog Luna holding a “Survivor” lantern at LLS Light the Night—recovering after surgery, grateful for support, uneasy with the survivor label.

Muchas Gracias

Post-surgery update: hardware out, spirits up. At LLS Light the Night with Luna, I’m grateful—and not fond of the “survivor” label. Thanks for the love and prayers.
Author recovering at home with TV casting a pink glow from “Barbie”; humor essay on post-procedure brain fog, Allan’s baffling antics, and a lone great Helen Mirren line.

Like, Oh My God!

Convalescing after surgery, I tried “Barbie” and found only brain-twisting confusion—Allan’s whiplash moments, one great Mirren line, and a lot of pink noise.
To Serve Man

To Serve Man

We don’t seize the day—we film it. From safety theater to the Big Lie, Rich Plinke argues we’ve traded participation for performance and shows how to take life back.
Hook a Brother Up with Some Teeth Rich Plinke

Hook a Brother Up with Some Teeth

Jaw surgery, insurance tap-dancing, and why five dental implants might cost fifteen grand. A darkly funny plea from Rich Plinke to “hook a brother up.”