Dear sirs, I must say it has certainly been a breath of fresh air to see that at least one corner of the professional punditry realizes the immense damage being done to this country’s moral fiber by women… Read More ›
Social Justice
Detroit Rock Bottom City
All thriving cities are alike; every dying city is dead in its own way. Places like San Francisco, New York City and Austin may not have the same architecture or attractions, but they share an atmosphere—a feeling that what happens… Read More ›
A Modest Appraisal
On The Occasion of The Chicago Public School Board’s Glorious Disemboweling of Fifty Particularly Bothersome Pieces of Educational Detritus. I must say, it has warmed the cockles of my imperceptibly beating and pacemakered heart to see the musty nether regions… Read More ›
Save Our Inn, Save Our Soul
You do not own what you think you own. Not in the way you think you own it. What’s yours is only yours until somebody with enough money decides they want it. Don’t believe me? Try owning a home in… Read More ›
The Richwine Curve
Alright my dewy-eyed, upwardly-mobile sons and daughters of the American Revolution—it’s high time to put away them crisp-cornered, technicolor Trapper Keepers you got atop your desks because we’re fitting to have a little IQ Test here that’ll determine whether you… Read More ›
Wall Street & The Language of Avarice
I don’t usually write about economics and financial markets and the reason for this is fairly simple: they intimidate the hell out of me. Mind you, I’m not talking about the institutions themselves or the individual players involved. I have… Read More ›
Overeducated & Unemployed
What was that line y’all fed us when we were but knee high and tow headed, sitting cross-legged in the assembly hall with casts on our arms and a song in our hearts? It was something to do with stars… Read More ›
Poetic License With America
Hope is a thing tarred and feathered— Propped up and perfumed and paraded in front of us As a testament to the everlasting glory promised us In our star-spangled youth. Our American Dream lies bubbling on the cracking asphalt, Having… Read More ›
The Link Between Glaciers & Rape in Steubenville, Ohio
Commentary is worth very little without context. More often than not, merely asking the how and the why of a given event is insufficient to understanding anything beyond a two dimensional facsimile of what took place. In order to mine… Read More ›
A Place Without Presidents or Political Parties
The beginning of my political career was as inauspicious as it was suspect. It was the summer of 2004. I was seventeen, I was strapped for cash and I had yet to learn that any job listing posted in the… Read More ›
Virally Suppressed - Muckraking For The Modern World 