(Originally posted at Gods & Radicals) Editor’s Note: As fans of Dr. Bones on twitter and facebook might know our resident Conjurer was recently blown out of his mind on what Gods…
Imagine for a moment you’re at a bar and there’s an immigrant in front of you. He’s quiet, but not antisocial, casually dressed but not sloppy. He seems just like anybody else except he isn’t.
And now when I see you shake your head at the “intolerance” of “professional Anarchists” and the “paid protesters” of the Left, whom you regard as duped minions of some grand political conspiracy just waiting in the wings
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.
It was a dream of fervent reality, of intense meaning, the kind of dream that inspires prophets and builds religions.
Proving that there are other options to simply voting in presidential primaries, the Anarchists of the Federazione Anarchica Informale mailed bullets and a threatening letter to Rafael Cáceres Olave