It’s obvious – if anyone who would stop feasting on delicious frozen Smurf flesh for just one second and reflect on it.
It’s obvious – if anyone who would stop feasting on delicious frozen Smurf flesh for just one second and reflect on it.
A 20-year-old song made me consider the predicament of people who have lost their enthusiasm for Trump.
Photos of Africans wearing your stupid discarded shirts — and some borderline preachy context.
I found myself alone with twin boys, as their father raged in pursuit of a stranger. What could I say?
Insights into Trump that I gained by losing at Othello.
Observations from reviewing 11 years of sporadic personal blogging.
Go to sleep my baby. My political lullaby, conceived in 2013, relevant today. Listen to the song on SoundCloud.
Everyone and everything is going to die unless a ragtag band of misfits can stop it. These heroes: Republicans.
Mike Beitiks’ hilarious platform touches my car-snubbing, earth-loving, peace-mongering heart.
Gun enthusiasts attempting to co-opt the spotlight of racial disparities.
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