NEW YEAR’S EVE, somewhere in Florida. My host has finally slipped into his mushroom trip, meaning the tribal drums are being brought out.
The bones of my Ancestors lie in a small churchyard in rural Kentucky, a place without cell phone reception and filled with people who may have never seen a plane fly over their heads.
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.
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.
“Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished.
I am firmly convinced that this election cycle will be the moment where we finally shed all pretense of “democracy” only to reveal the cold and badly written comedy that is modern politics.
Via Gods & Radicals: “For me, wherever I go, I know my natural and eternal environment, and I know it as part of me and me of it. Beyond whatever we think,…