Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead. Continue reading
Daily Archives: August 13, 2012
What if voter suppression works, Obama’s Game, giving Paul Krugman a stroke, writing off minorities, Biden Vs. Ryan, GOP: Romney “not ready to lead”, and Mitt “Two-Face” Romney Continue reading
Well, it seems like just yesterday Mitt “Golden Commode” Romney was over the moon by his VP pick, Paul “Flambé the Olds” Ryan. Continue reading
I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it. – Thomas Jefferson Continue reading
“The Wild Party” has had a long history of being both controversial and being ignored. It was originally penned as an epic poem by Joseph Moncure March and was promptly banned for being too sexual. Continue reading
I was originally going to write a review of the Showtime reality series Polyamory, but I think any discussion of the show needs to focus on the Douche² couple that have dubbed themselves as the architects of the San Diego polyamory movement: Kamala and Michael. I understand they are also the face of a class action suit against SuperCuts. I suspect that these individuals represent the polyamory community about as effectively as Snooki represents the average woman who lives in the New Jersey area. Continue reading
Preface: In December 2010, I traveled over 4,000 miles by bus from Lima, Peru, all the way to the tip of South America in Ushuaia, Argentina. After my Peruvian leg, I took a break and hung out in Arica, near the Peruvian and Bolivian borders with Chile. It is a port town in the Atacama Desert, the driest place on Earth.
After a light-hearted moment at the border, in which I had to pantomime to customs officials what the beef jerky in my backpack was, I reached the extraordinarily clean city of Arica. After my stint in Peru, I grew accustomed to a moderate level of general filth. Arica’s prosperity became quickly apparent as I saw two metrosexual dudes zip past me in a BMW Z3 with the top down. Continue reading
Get back to work, you slackers! Continue reading