When the mountain came into view, I was struck dumb. Not speechless—I continued to talk—but struck dumb in the sense I was stupid with fear. It was the fear of the man from the plains encountering the heart-attack seriousness of extreme grades for the first time.
Part Three of Three
His left leg was his focus now. The day before Melissa had, true to herword, put a crossbow bolt through it.
After an unnecessarily long lecture about the importance of not wearing open-toed shoes whilst smashing up floors, and a discussion of the importance of togetherness and the benefits of character-building, contrasted briefly with nation-building, Tom and I installed a floating engineered floor in light maple…four times.
This is what this flaky-ass country of ours has devolved into. Twenty-eight large for a 10-year-old grilled cheese sandwich that a bunch of Elmers insist has some broad's face on it.
This is what they did to him, to the old man, after a lifetime spent in quiet contemplation among books of eschatology…
What a perfect shortcut to having to think for yourself. What a lovely way to conform and communicate with a minimum amount of effort and imagination.
From Spooky Churches to Unholy Crap-Shacks
Remember the “Redrum! Redrum!” scene from The Shining? Well, picture a bathroom door covered top to bottom, side to side, with “Bad Cop! Bad Cop! Bad Cop!”
First off you do not have to be fat to be in the Fat Wives Club. Fat is a state of mind more than anything else.
If the Democratic Party could frame abortion, gay marriage, and guncontrol as states’ rights issues then it could focus on where it is thestrongest: issues of labor and the social safety net.
From the Publisher
Speaking from one of the bluest of the blue states we say to Democrats in red states: Start from the ground up. Run for goddamn dogcatcher. Even the dogcatcher has a sphere of influence.
There is not single aspect of modern life that is not dependent in one way or another on oil. And the time is coming, soon, at which oil production is going to go from increasing to decreasing.
If you bought Christmas cards from Hallmark this holiday season, yousupported a company that gave 92% of its political contributions toRepublicans.
Box on His Back
Monkey Knife Fight
We interrupt this earphone broadcast (“Wait. Let me finish!”) to bring you the latest track by Monkey Knife Fight, taped during a late-night experiment in the Monkey Cave. Listen for the moment we hit the universal frequency of all wireless headset technology and flip the world on its ass.
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