I realize that some, many, view the founders as damn nearly man-gods, who suffered otherworldly brilliance and vision. We were taught in elementary school to overlook things like genocide of the … [Read more...] about But I have questions…
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November 1963
It feels a lot, tonight, like November 1963, and I have liver and onions and mashed potatoes sitting on my plate. I wasn't eating any of that, and my father wasn't letting me up from the table until I … [Read more...] about November 1963
American Taliban
Business across the country are boarded up, people have actually asked me if I think it’s safe to “be out” this week. A quarter million of us are dead from an invisible killer, we wear masks and we … [Read more...] about American Taliban
The Work
I loved the farm and loved the farmer and hated the work. Ain’t nobody ever said they liked that work, that wasn’t lying. Nobody ever liked near electrocution, every day, trying to outsmart a fence … [Read more...] about The Work
Willin’
Alone in my red Ford, the Lowell George song Willin' comes on the radio like an invasion from a lost and forgotten past life. Remembering sitting in a truck stop on the Trans-Canada highway, forty … [Read more...] about Willin’
This is not a drill…
I fear, really fear, after the Sinclair revelations this week that this fight we are in is deeper and much more layered than I’d ever imagined. This isn’t about some uneducated and exploited jerks in … [Read more...] about This is not a drill…
