by: Kidman J. Williams Friday April 8th, 1994.. I was just fifteen years old. I wasn’t old enough to drive, vote or drink legally; although in a brief and awkward carnal meeting that made Adam Sandler look like Don Juan, I did lose my virginity. Our faithful music reporter and […]
by: Steve Corbett I want to get high with Joe Biden. Show the U.S.A. we’re reasonable doobie brothers, especially when it comes to the increasing national demand for decriminalization and legalization of marijuana. We need to germinate immediate action on federal legislation that will take root and blossom into a […]
by: Stephen Corbett Dear President Biden, Greetings from Scranton, Joey! You don’t mind if I call you Joey, do you? I turn 70 in June and have first cousins here who still call me Stevie. And we still call that lug of a Democratic U.S. Sen. Robert P. Casey Jr. we’re stuck […]
by: Donnie Casto II Our fifth wedding anniversary as man and wife would’ve been in four days. Looking back, those shiny red warning flags were there all along. Reflection can be a funny byway of would’ve, could’ve, or should’ve beens. I know I can’t forgive or love the addict she […]
Yeah the dead people are lining up out there. Does it matter what you did in life, when you are dead? In the lifespan of the multiverse, perhaps not, but we will find out, won’t we? All of us together, again in that moment before the latest Big Bang.
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 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.