Sunday Morning Goy Links

Sunday Morning Goy Links

Its high season for OMWC. In his part of the world, there's only 3 weeks of Spring, so he has to take full advantage of all of them. By June the kids have gotten too thin and wormy for his tastes. Wow, that went in a weird direction, but I'm leaving it in! My littler...

Let’s Not Make This A Habit – Morning Links

Let’s Not Make This A Habit – Morning Links

Happy Thursday, y'all. I didn't think of it on Sunday, but Monday I had the idea for a poll. Which is a more made-up, bullshit holiday, May the 4th or Cinco de Mayo. On the one hand, the French really did get their asses handed to them by the Mexicans in Puebla, but...

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.