I am off to find My America. Not My as in Mine, but My as in Ours. From Bangor to Barstow, this is all our inheritance, bequeathed to us by those that helped make it and make us: I will… Read More ›
Langston Hughes
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 ›
A Nation Divided Against Itself
November 6th, 2012: It will be a day that marks the 57th time that the American people have come together to elect their President. It’s worth noting that only for the last 12 of these eruptions of democracy have all… Read More ›
Virally Suppressed - Muckraking For The Modern World 