The Lion is a sometimes grumpy, writerly, licensed curmudgeon with profoundly iconoclastic tendencies. He survived Brown University and a stint as a reporter for a daily newspaper. Currently he sits at home at his computer, cackling as he pounces on daily news items at which he can cheerfully snarl. A thoroughly well-rounded codger-in-waiting, smattered with Latin and Greek, utterly surrounded by books, and possessed by three cats. A good fellow to read, but not one to bring home to meet mother.
He plays backgammon, collects books, writes sometimes amusing things, and occasionally demonstrates some smarts, but not about anything practical.
Grumpy Lion is not an investigative blog, or a reportorial blog. The Lion reads the daily paper, marks it up, and comments. Grumpy Lion is opinion. It is letters to the editor, writ large. Sometimes you’ll find other things here – some satire, some personal remarks, some opinion not generated from reading the news. But it is all opinion, usually written at deadline speed, and very occasionally wrong. Or might be, someday.