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.
Next Event:
Meet Richard Plinke at the Bucks for Books Fundraiser on Dec 6. Enjoy readings, vendors, entertainment, and support Camelot for Children.
Blogs and Slogs:
Rich Plinke marks his 78th with humor, a Rutgers–Oregon 56–10 reality check, and a heartfelt thanks for the birthday wishes.
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.
Plinke riffs on Wicked, prequels, and pop culture: dazzled by spectacle, skeptical of the premise, and wickedly amused from start to “To Be Continued.”
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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