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!
How does a “realist” come to believe the US — a dictatorship of money, with a sub-banana republic voting system — is a democratic republic?
Dreams summon forth what has been buried for the sake of expedience and for the purpose of navigating the exigencies of the day without being engulfed by nighttime’s phantasms.
A white woman of privilege complaining that a BLACK man sexually harassed her? I’d read To Kill A Mockingbird. … I was a bleeding heart liberal. The thought of accusing him, even to just my employer, horrified me.
Platforms free of any sort of legal accountability for the content they carry, monetise and promote have created an information ecosystem where anything can be news if enough people share it or pay for it.
That feeling of sickness to the stomach that we feel now. That is the feeling of the society we rely upon breaking.
Alexander T., contributor – The year was 2016 and I was traveling in the backseat of a luxury black Acura somewhere down a rural highway in Bumfuck, Indiana. The driver was my at-the-time girlfriend’s father, an accountant and esteemed member of the elite 1% of America who had worked his […]
by Kyle K. Mann, editor-in-chief – Virginia is the 27th state to decriminalize possessing up to an ounce of marijuana starting July 1, 2020, meaning there are only 23 seriously stupid states left. High time! I’ve been a fan of the plant for over a half century. The authority figures […]
by Kyle K. Mann, GonzoToday Editor-in-Chief – “Law enforcement” officials can see your web browsing activity without a warrant. The bill to restrict that failed in the US Senate by one vote. One vote. The vote to reauthorize and amend the Patriot Act was on May 13, 2020. Google it. […]
by Karene Horst, contributing editor – Every morning it hurts to get out of bed. My back aches. My lips scrape against each other, dry and chapped. After my first few limping steps I stumble into the bathroom, bumping my hip against the door jam. Ouch! This is 56. The […]