Timeline: Hickory, NC March 14, 2016 “Get a job! Why aren’t you at work?!” says the guy in the Trump line to a protester, seemingly unaware that he too is here on a bright Monday morning obviously not attending to his chosen profession. The predicted wild throngs of “anarchists” (to quote Sheriff David Clarke, though…
Everybody is so worried that their tiny little piece of Earth is going to be taken by one of their peers, that they seem to have forgotten their humanity…
In America, we love to be outraged over the imagined, but when our fellow brothers and sisters are facing a legitimate crisis, we respond by sticking our heads in the sand; or worse yet, we go so low as to blame the victims.
With what feels like 17 nationally televised debates a day, it can be hard to keep up with the chaotic race for the Republican nomination. So here’s everything you need to know in three paragraphs. Breaking: The African-American neurosurgeon and former candidate—known for his belief that the Egyptian pyramids were built by a biblical character…
It’s time. All the hours and days of hard work, meticulous preparation, bloody sweat, fighting through frustrations and setbacks, and pushing all the limits to be the best we can be – has all prepared us for this moment. Now, we’re getting our game-face on. Now, we’re reeling in our mind to perfect focus, stretching…
I love being a woman. In fact, given the choice between being male or female, I would choose to be a woman, every time. Even with all the bullshit that comes along with being female–the lower pay, the pressure to conform to traditional societal standards (getting married, having kids, being a “good” wife), the hormones,…
“You’re fired!” President Trump scowled, “Who do you think you are, coming in here with a question like that? That’s disgusting. You disgust me. I bet you think you’re smarter than me, don’t you… look at him, everybody. He’s a smarty pants. Mr. Know-It-All Reporter. Get out of here… “No, I’m just kidding… but really,…
Religion is the exact opposite of reason. It’s like being a child and asking your parent why something “is” and being told, “Because I said so.” It’s such a bullshit, cop-out response and hardly a viable answer. My mother rarely played that card. She almost always gave legitimate answers to my questions, but on the rare occasion that I got the “Because I said so” response, I felt cheated and dissatisfied.
The attacks in Paris and Lebanon this November have this country pumping its collective chest once again – though, let’s be honest, most people don’t know or care about the attacks in Lebanon. But the attacks – horrific, bloody, brutal and plain evil in both cases – are just another notch in a malevolent regime’s belt of…
Several weeks ago, when I scored tickets to see Damien Echols speak about karma at the Ruben Museum, I had no idea what to expect. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I had missed a few of his appearances since he moved here to NYC, and I was very excited to at last be seeing…
“I’ll get you a beer on the way back to celebrate…” my friend offered as we were leaving the courthouse last Friday where, just fifteen minutes earlier, the judge “granted” me a divorce. I put “granted” in quotes because the notion that one must grovel before a judge to officially declare the dissolution of a…
Sometimes I wonder how an alien race would feel about people if they came down here and the first shit they saw was this crazy lady telling a cheering crowd of supporters that God says she doesn’t have to marry gay people…
When I was home on leave, we would sit together and swap army stories. We were the only military veterans in my family, with the exception of my paternal grandfather who was a navigator on a bomber in the Pacific theater during WWII. But he died when I was young, maybe ten or eleven.
I called the old man Papo, a name that came from my inability to say “grandpa” as a two year old. It stuck. To all of his grandkids after me, he would be known as Papo. His real name was Richard Lee Wills, Sr.
I was driving through Gastonia, NC, listening to some Creedence, had my sunglasses on, tapping on the steering wheel… you get the picture. I looked over to my left and saw a monument on the lawn of City Hall. A monument isn’t all that unusual, governments and their power-mongers do like their marble statuary. But…
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