I firmly stood my ground in the face of the most relentless propaganda campaign in history. Endless messages in the media. Scorn and ridicule from close friends and family. Shamed and called immoral. Isolation and loneliness. Missing special events that should have meant a lot in my life and that can never be recovered.
…the Beach Boys legacy is now in Irving Azoff’s grimy hands. This is like your childhood sweetheart, the one you always loved, marrying the class bully, the guy who made your life a living hell.
We had to run the gauntlet of toothless meth-heads pushing cotton candy, towering Cenobites waving multi-colored, flashing neon light sabers inches from our faces and dejected clowns tooting cryptic Morse Code signals into our ears with their horns.
by Peter W. Burchard, contributor – No more meat. What? That’s preposterous. Well, just hear me out. COVID-19 originated in a meat market where rare pangolins were stacked in cages, one on top of the other, along with bats and who knows what else. Their bodily fluids followed the laws […]
by Kyle K. Mann, editor-in-chief – My first clue that buying food at the store would be weird was the plastic bag tied to the handle of the shopping cart. Oh man, I thought. Really? This is the new normal? I had been hiding out at my place in Topanga […]
by Karene Horst, contributing editor – I started eating my canned soup back in February. It’s an annual thing, clearing out my stockpile I’m supposed to maintain for that massive earthquake allegedly poised to level California or sink it into the Pacific. As the emergency response folks suggest, I’m usually […]