His eyes, black like coals, seem like pits to nothing under furrowed brows. The crowd, a mayo-colored, frightened and huddled mass of bourgeoisie hopefuls waits on the words of their messiah.
This year, over 1,000 people that you and I have never heard of run for President. This week’s guest, Craig Tomashoff drove across the country and met some of these people.
The FBI is regarded as the cream of the crop in law enforcement, an agency beyond reproach and committed to doing what’s right. Provided of course the guilty aren’t running for office but you get my drift.
In a move that shocked faux-socialists everywhere Chairman Sanders went out on stage and officially endorsed none other than the Lizard Queen herself.
We are in uncharted territory. When the DC sniper ran loose nobody felt for him; surely nobody understood his position. McVeigh was fringe, and of course a racist.
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.
Change. Change is a rare bird of strange plumes, a multi-colored goddess that perches above crossroads and sings of new dawns. This bird, only rarely glimpsed, has made folk shudder in ecstasy and fear whereever it appears.
Author’s Note: I have no reputation to maintain and I wrote this earlier today in my underwear without an outline. Blessed be the spirit of the Gonzo! Once upon a time I was…
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.
As a practicing Occultist since I was 16 I have seen many, many things, but I have never seen anything quite as disgusting, quite as torrid, as the mental gymnastics some Bernie supporters are pulling out of thin air to somehow justify the defeat of their “political revolution.”
“He talked about luck and fate and numbers coming up, yet he never ventured a nickel at the casinos because he knew the house had all the percentages. And beneath his pessimism,…
With Cruz out of the race and the DNC practically hounding for Sanders to drop out it appears all is business as usual in the American Oligarchy.
“First, there’s a huge difference between being arrested and being guilty. Second, see, the law changes and I don’t. How I stand vis-à-vis the law at any given moment depends on the…
The New York primary came and went and, as I’ve predicted since…this whole series, it went down exactly as I thought it would.
I’m sitting here with a cocktail whose brethren are unnumbered, trying desperately to prepare myself for the pure shittery that is electoral politics.
When you traffic in spirits you tend to have unexpected things happen.
“We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world—a nation of bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are not just Whores for power…
Europe has suffered another attack, one the CIA pet known as ISIS has claimed to commit. Let’s do ourselves a favor and reflect on something that matters for a moment.
Gonzo and Conjure on the Campaign Trail ’16: Florida Man Goes to a Bernie Rally And Suffers Existential Doubt
After the rabid Facebook responses condemning me for daring to criticize Bernie Sanders I felt it was my duty as Disinfo’s principal Communist to investigate just what all this “Feel The Bern” stuff was about.
My prediction that Bernie’s “revolution” would ultimately fail and that we’d need to begin bracing for a Hillary Cosa Nostra or a Trump Fuhrer-dom have rang true.
While Americans remain glued to the TV as if watching the second-coming of Jim Jones, the rest of the planet is gearing up for WW3.
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.
I sat down, my standard Vodka Gimlet in hand to to stiffen my nerves and keep my spirit firmly rooted in my body, the heavy effects of liquor a natural seatbelt for the upcoming dangerous experience.