Donald Trump hasn’t even taken the presidency and he’s done more for the Left than Noam Chomsky has in 10 years.
2016 Presidential Election
Voting day was crowned by a pleasant sun and I went outside with a cold beer in my hands to soak up the energy. This was it, the final day, a whole series worth of articles and research coming down to this.
Finally, the big day was upon us. You could feel it in handshakes, nervous laughs, and the increase in political t-shirts and hats everyone seemed to be wearing.
We are living in a horror movie, a grotesque carnival of human depravity and indifference towards suffering. Torture, blood, guts, everything seems slashed with macabre tones as I nervously sprinkle rue water on my front steps to keep away evil.
Social issues are the great gears of Capitalism’s engines, the pressure valve that can move just enough to ensure that the really important issues never get noticed.
The once well-meaning liberals are becoming the New Neo-Cons, closing ranks around a candidate for presidency that grotesquely distorts the values they once held so dear.
This most recent debate, billed as a rematch between an iguanadon from the mid-Jurassic and a property-pimp from New York has revealed itself to be anything but.
Amid the gallons of rain, rolling blackouts, and hurricane-force winds that recently swept Florida coastline I laid eyes on a Time magazine article that was so idiotic, so clearly drenched in Pro-State Propaganda..
Lost in the Land of the White Ape: Trump Came to Florida and I Survived (Gonzo and Conjure ’16) Part 2
My plan was not a dry retelling of the rally but one of substance, so I was content with leaving the other newsies to rot in their bubble of safety. I had questions that needed answers. Who were these people?
Lost in the Land of the White Ape: Trump Came to Florida and I Survived (Gonzo and Conjure ’16) Part 1
The city of Melbourne, like many small Florida cities, does not rate high on the radar of Florida destinations. It does not have any theme parks to play in, does not have a Civil War history to exploit, and quietly pretends it is not currently attached to a state that specializes in unadulterated madness.
You ever heard a Florida thunderstorm deep within the state’s interior? Far away from the tourists and the oceans and the calm breeze that hints of tropical weather and carefree days?
The Astral realm is a strange and foreboding place, a dimension where the actions taken in our world twist and pull into new shapes. Astral forms often hold the true essence of…
The ongoing electoral contest between Trump and Hillary meant very little to the man being escorted off the bus. No questions posed by that pieces of plywood masquerading as a journalists were bouncing in his brain as the police officer walked down the aisle and asked him for his ID.
I’m a news junkie, to be sure, but I’m also an editor by trade. I’ve been trying to still and coalesce the swirl of thoughts and theories about Donald Trump for some time now…
In this installment, the Free Radical Media crew is joined by our friend and repeat guest Dr. Bones, the Hoodoo Anarchist Sorcerer of the Revolution.
I saw this coming a long way off, and I tried to warn as many people to abandon ship before they had their heart ripped open, but some fools still clung to the faith of their ancestors, still believed in the little red schoolhouse version of history and honest to god thought if they just voted hard enough things would change.
We believe in and stand for so many different things that they functionally cancel each other out. In effect, we believe in and stand for nothing but winning. The chosen major political candidates reflect that reality back at us.
In a move that shocked faux-socialists everywhere Chairman Sanders went out on stage and officially endorsed none other than the Lizard Queen herself.
If only we could say Trump’s name and make him disappear like Rumpelstilskin. Unfortunately, we’re not exactly granted that luxury, because we don’t live in a fairy tale.
My wife’s eyes were caught in a strange dimension, torn between pointed lids of womanly amusement at the follies of men while simultaneously wide open in a look of unmitigated fear.
The first line started with “what I am about to say about the #OrlandoShooting may be misinterpreted” and boy, was I right. You see I am after all an “irresponsible writer.”
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our…
Could this be the work of “Lord of all fevers and plagues, grinning Dark Angel of the Four Wings, horned, with rotting genitalia?” A question out of place for most secular websites, but surely I’m not the only occultist pondering the implications of a gigantic spiritual vortex of pain and suffering being kept alive by two very material forces.
Democratic Senator Barbara Boxer is a Bum: Disrespecting the Petty Bourgeoisie and Other Vulgar Uses of Power
Watching the fury of the Bernie crowd made me flashback to the loss of my own faith as a Democrat. I knew the pain they were feeling. I knew that some of those in the crowd were realizing the party doesn’t care about what is fair.
Could Hillary Clinton’s commitment to opening the (X?) files on Area 51 appeal to enough conspiracy theorists that it swings the presidential election for her? George Johnson speculates for the New York…