Thursday Morning Anarchy Links

Thursday Morning Anarchy Links

Day 2: The government remains shut down. Other than the absence of Sloopy and Banjos, there has been no difference in my life. Where is the anarchy I was promised? Another 80/20 issue the media will make Trump/Vance look like heroes on. This is the Central Florida I...

Hump Day AM Links

Hump Day AM Links

Here we are, bustin’ our humps for The Man. Unless you’re a non-essential Federal employee

Thursday Morning Substitute Links

Thursday Morning Substitute Links

Sloopy and Banjos are off auctioning things. As far as I know, not the name of their next daughter. How the hell are y'all? I've been far too absent. One day, my shit will slow down. Probably about 2 years from now when all of my kids can reliably dress, feed, and...

Brett set out to find America, the real America, the America of strip malls and serial killers, of butthole waxing and kelp smoothies, of cocaine and maggots. He sought it in the most American part of America—Florida: swamp gas and fever dreams, where love arrives on a rickety boat and leaves when it doesn't have the money for its fourth abortion. Oh, where has Brett gone? He’s drinking at the neck of America’s wang, chewing its foreskin and working its shaft. Brett is becoming legend. Brett can never die. Brett can never die. Brett is America, facedown in his own patriotic puke: the red his blood, the white his stomach lining, and the cold, cold blue his gas station slushie, spiked with coconut rum and tetracycline.