Whoever wins, we are screwed bigtime, and later this month I am leaving the USA for Costa Rica, to take another look at getting out of the Evil Empire for good.
I turn on the news radio. Trump is a point behind Biden in crucial Florida, but the conservative Panhandle has not been counted. Gonna be close, it looks like.
What an illustration of the Law of Unintended Consequences. Toss the dude out of your house and two years later he goes iconic, and four years after he becomes a superstar he dies and becomes legendary.
Television is like crack and heroin mixed together … especially during election season. And that brings us to the real reason for this scree; on election day america is going to get fucked … NO MATTER WHO WINS.
I hope the family, friends, and supporters of Breonna Taylor find true peace, and it is in her honor that I share a few of the photos I have taken throughout the summer of 2020. All photos copyrighted Timothy E. Moorhead 2020
We just got backs from deepest jungle after my friend got bittened by that big, ugly bat. He is in the baño, bleeding out his eyeballs, and turning into a Pishtaco. Only God saves us all.
It is simply extraordinary to read these missives over a half century later. Take note of HST’s phrasing, which point the way to Fear and Loathing. Enjoy his outrage, which crackles off of the page like dry lightning in a tinder dry forest.
I just hate the company for no real reason. Plus, the logo reminds me of a circumcised penis. It could be a cockeyed smile or a whimsical grin, doesn’t matter. I still feel like I’m getting screwed. Boycott the patriarchy!
[Leonard] Cohen was the anti-Trump. Any and all forms of (soul-resonate) poetry stand as a rebuke to the crass reality show con man’s narcissism. US capitalism works as reverse alchemy: it transforms gold into shit-dust.
From Pittsburgh to Philadelphia, and all the small towns in between, Pennsylvania is crucial to both campaigns, so much so that I’d go so far as to call Pennsylvania the new Florida on the 2020 Electoral College map.