Thursday Morning Links

Thursday Morning Links

Myself and 3 of 4 boys have a pleasant little stomach bug. Pretty sure the tiny one had this Tuesday. It has been a long night of retching. Pardon if the linking is subpar. fucking Limeys. Count Binface? Scam marriages? Like AOC? SPLC fraud arrests? Yes, I do wish to...

Sunday Morning Links

Sunday Morning Links

Either there's a wedding, or its getting on towards back to school and OMWC needs to get the van ready. I'll let you decide. My parents took my older two to San Francisco last week, so I think in lieu of links, I'm just gonna leave this amazing scene here and let...

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.

Monday Afternoon Links

I, for one, welcome our new corvid overlords, and will happily report on my fellows rather than find shiny things to bring them.