The Killing Fields Of The 21st Century – Thumotic
The revolution started in a basement by a twenty-something who had no visible IRL social life nor a visible IRL income stream.Continue Reading
SumYung HotTea
In which IRL is a fail for the promise pitched in the trope.Continue Reading
Obama v. Reagan: Fun Comparison I Did To Piss Off Wingnuts on Reagan’s B-day
Know your enemy.Continue Reading
Good Times
I’m sorry, Monsieur Papier, that I’ve not followed my original thesis exactly–Collectives become impossible beyond a certain size because gaining consensus with too many people in the room becomes impossible. The co-ops that survive have had to move toward more traditional and hierarchical styles of organization and management so thatContinue Reading
Event Horizons
First Posted 11-Dec-2014 When I was young, when (maybe not at the same time) I was down, calling a shelter or church social hall home, peril seemed imminent. If I didn’t handle something right then, trouble. A week was a long time. As I’ve aged, and as I’ve sought toContinue Reading
You ‘spose to
I’m supposed to what? Behave in a way pleasing to you, whom I’ve never met and know nothing about? I am somehow expected to behave in an unknowable, amenable way because you read this blog. Even if I were able to discern the ways in which I am supposed toContinue Reading
Oh No You Didn’t
Oh Yes I Did. I wondered what some sacred cows of the RVA protest crowd might be. This bunch foments a childish, petulant wish for an impossible utopia they call anarchy. Anarchy seems to be a code-word for “you must follow my rules but I don’t have to follow yours.”Continue Reading
HUGE DRAGON EATS WHITE HOUSE, FIRST FAMILY DEAD!
First Posted 2016-02-05 Not. The tabloid papers used to do this a lot. The Hearst papers would feature gruesome photos of accident victims on the front page to sell papers. True or not, Hearst is accused of helping to start the Spanish-American War. The tabloids would gin up some wild storyContinue Reading
The Ukulele
First Posted 26-Dec-2014 I owe my Dad an apology, again. When I was a kid I was so pissed off at him for buying me a stupid ukulele. Four strings, sounded like crap, and was strung so I could finger chords with my right hand. I’m missing part of myContinue Reading


