Caravans of Americans Head to Canada’s Borders
The USA is fraught with danger from organized criminal groups known as Christians and politicians.
Pro-Life: A Call to Action!
Now that it’s done—that great stain on the American Experiment that was a guaranteed right to safe parental planning through a woman’s—a family’s—ability to choose—it’s time for the Pro-Life Movement to take action and really lean into that Pro-Life Lifestyle.
It's My Baby (to the tune of "It's My Party")
It's my baby, and I'll kill it if I want to
Kill it if I want to, kill it if I want to
You would kill it too
if pregnancy was forced on you
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 19, 2022
There are far too many pro-life folks celebrating in the misery of their fellow humans this week. Hardly a surprise.
Texas Perplexus
Demand a return to rotary dial phones, even on mobile phones.
Finding Purpose in a World on Fire
What purpose do I serve? Am I merely a creature of consumption and survival or is there something more than drives me? These are questions I'd guess an awful lot of people are asking right now. COVID shocked the world into a dark gaze into the void of routine and comfort, of complacency in the face of chaos just at bey.
I Believe... [Binary Choices]
...that the internet operates on a binary set of numbers, 1’s and 0’s. Humanity operates with far more complexity. As the internet continues to evolve into humanity’s primary means of communication, we can’t help but begin to see the world in binary terms.
I Like to Watch | The Rocky Saga (1976 - 2006)
This is the wisdom of Stallone. The wisdom of someone had to fight like hell just to star in the movie he wrote for himself. The wisdom of someone looked down upon, laughed at, and ignored yet refused to give up. That's the legacy of Sylvester Stallone and it is most crystallized in his character most like himself.
Advice From a Dimwitted GenXer to Himself
Success comes from a cocktail of luck, timing, and the willingness to be completely reckless and thoughtless and bold.
In Defense of Donald Trump
You can’t spell “liberal” without “lie”. LI-b-E-ral!
I Believe... [First the Show, Then the Convictions?]
...that if, at the end of the January 6 Commission’s hearings, no one significant goes to prison, it was all just a campaign commercial.
[EXCERPT] Gorski and The Goat
On a urine-stained olive green cot in the back room of Rosalda’s Cantina in Ciudad Juarez, I came to. Blacked out. Again. A smell I couldn’t quite put a finger on. Rank breath, a muffled gurgle and what felt like whiskers. I hope not our hostess, or worse, one of her chicas.
American Jobs—Selling Amoco MultiCards to Old Women
"But doesn't it bother you any? I kind of feel like crap after a shift. I keep thinking about all of these poor people who can't afford these things and that we just hammer them over and over until they sign up for the card to be polite. I dunno. It seems... unethical or something."
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 5, 2022 — Cannes, France Edition
Everyone over here looks like a Bond Girl or a guy who sells you the best drugs.
The North Star
The Truth Will Set You Free...
Here it comes, kid. For some time upcoming, you'll pass those places and moments when things were shiny and wonderful but the patina of betrayal will be right there to make each one bittersweet. Sonofabitch, I hate this part.
Batman Eating A Grape
It’s Batman. Eating a grape.
The Foley Artiste
She wanted to be lusted after, to be prey to the kind of men who fetishized her. She understood that kind of power over men. Her husband was not susceptible to that sort of control and, she imagined he might not be even if his eyes functioned.
I Believe... [School Shooting Drills]
...that school shooting drills are exactly the same as ‘duck and cover’ procedures and the air masks on airplanes—placebos to make us feel safe in a world designed by nature to kill us all.
A History of Rails and Waiting - An “El” Train Diary
Not too long after that I got my friend Jaz, who’d grown up in the suburb of Berwyn fer petesakes, to cross from one car to the next via the emergency doors at each end while the train was in motion. We had no reason whatsoever to move seats, but she’d never done it before and the cheap thrill put a wide smile on her face and lights in her eyes I couldn’t resist indulging.
Andy disassembled his weapon with lighting speed. He packed it away in the black backpack made specifically for a weapon of this sort. He bolted to the roof access door as fast as his little, chubby legs would carry him. He made his way through the condo/office building stairwell without being noticed just as he had done on his way up. Andy was good at his job. And for a nine-month-old baby, he was really good at it.