I was born in 1972, placing me directly in the middle of the age group called Generation X. This seems appropriate, my viewpoints mostly centrist, only extreme in ideas on the absolute freedom of speech. And yet Generation X, children born from 1965–1980, or thereabouts, has a nature consumed by…

July 4th, 2021, marks the United States of America’s 244th birthday (observed), and the air is on fire. After a long, mostly desolate, and very cold winter, which was preceded by a summer and spring of powerful hurricanes,

These motherfuckers seem to want to die hard. Now take whichever puerile equation of those words above you like, written as an opening huff, and set them aside, set them aside. There is plenty of time for puerility to come. No, by dying I mean an ideological transformation. From

Covid-19, we must admit, has been great for conspiracy theorists and their critics. This whole locked-inside past year has devolved society into a perversion of the anti-tolerance fanatics most of us had already been before we started wearing masks. Our world became a CAPS LOCK scream-fest, where angry people would…

What follows is a study of absolutism, a culled together narrative of numerous voices all joined together into a single rant. This, which should be to no one’s surprise, is rather easy to do, a stark gathering and invention of curious, sometimes conflicting theories on whichever the topic, and endlessly…

I’m sure you have heard this, but a number of people think there is a widespread goal of one or another “elite” to put microchips in our brains. Oh sure, sure, people are saying this — have been saying this — since the dawn of the not-so-much computer age, but…

We all know the press is bullshit. Wherever we are in the world ,our contempt for the information offered to us is manifest. We doubt everything we hear, and this is undoubtedly a great cause for our profound social division. Let me get this out of the way first, before…

Psychiatric patients are incredibly selfish. Yeah yeah, sob sob, boo hoo hoo — yes, we’re sick, we’re a fucking nightmare, but shit: can’t we leave our poor doctors alone? This opening, certainly related to me, is for my own doctor, an otherwise great guy whose hovering ability to subscribe me…

I wanted to talk to you about forgone opportunities, about those chances so many of us tend to walk by, planning to accomplish them, finally fearful, resentful, lazy, and frustrated, blaming something or someone for the devastation of misfortune. We sit and we dream our glorious futures — well into…