I’ve got this ache today. It’s the sinking feeling that I’m a forgotten cog in a well-oiled machine, or just that I’ve been had. Is there anybody else who wants out? Outside at night where I live in an ordinary middle class suburb, the whole street is dark except […]
by Heathcote Williams
Sabratha, Libya – A sand-covered truck approaches from the west filled with rebel soldiers, rifles by their sides. The muzzle of an AK-47 glints underneath the desert sun. Worn eyes stare out behind a muslin headscarf. Nearby, despair. Impact crater. A big one. Smouldering debris. Lifeless bodies strewn about like […]
(Photo by Jonas Wilson) “What time is it?” “You said no hard questions!” Cher Von shot back. The two of us had stepped outside of Decca for some fresh air. The jazz was too hot, and in the moment, standing above and gazing into a healthy fire was the favorable […]
Hunter Stockton Thompson (July 18, 1937 – February 20, 2005) was an American journalist and author, and the founder of the gonzo journalism movement. “No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. […]
Senator Bernie Sanders filed a petition protesting the Democratic National Committee’s quiet lifting of a ban on donations from federal lobbyists and political action committees. There are reports from the Washington Post that the DNC surreptitiously changed the rules at some point during the last few months. There are […]
“Freedom is something that dies unless it’s used.” Hunter Stockton Thompson Day One: The Lion (Lyrics in italics by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and The Weeknd) “Gold lion’s gonna tell me where the light is Gold lion’s gonna tell me where the light is It’s an interesting idea to consider if the […]
“ Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were […]
Bill Clinton had been silent up until this week. The plaid lumberjack shirt he put on this morning reminded him of his masculinity and the days when dozens of soldiers saluted him just for getting off an airplane. As the chauffeur was letting him out of his limo to […]
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