…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.
Have you noticed how the pandemic disrupted everything other than political corruption/human greed?
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.
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.
[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.
Without a doubt, empire building via militarism is now a bipartisan agenda. The Democrats’ role: to marginalize leftist voices advocating anti-imperialism.
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.