Beggared, Hated, and Damned

Beggared, Hated, and Damned

When large portions of your nation are flooded, burning, being marched in by literal Nazis, or some combination of the above… When your neighbors and allies are being pounded by hurricanes, and storms of historical size are headed toward your own shores… When your cops and citizens are killing one another at a rate unmatched aside from the Roaring 20s and the 1980s Crack Wars, and are doing so on camera, no less… When the living representative of our nation is a bumbling boorish thieving rapist clod who brags about his tax-evasion and openly threatens nuclear genocide DURING A FUCKING Read more »

Had a Great Fall…

Had a Great Fall…

The fabled “American greatness” we hear so much about was constructed in the aftermath of World War II, when every major world power had been bombed flat and had lost significant pieces of its population and economy to war, starvation and disease. While the rest of the world rebuilt, the United States and Canada remained immune to all but the effects of traumatized men and women coming home from the war… or, in over a million cases, not coming home at all. As a counterbalance to that, the United States saw unprecedented economic prosperity for over 20 years, highlighted by Read more »

High Taxes and American Greatness

High Taxes and American Greatness

The Golden Era of American Greatness occurred in large part thanks to the highest taxes in U.S. history, as shown in the graph below [1]. Those taxes paid for an unprecedented national infrastructure, massive technological innovations, advanced education, a relatively effective government, social programs to stave off another Great Depression, and the most powerful military forces in human history. Those sky-high taxes were mitigated by a complex system of exemptions. Taxpayers (corporate and otherwise) who invested money back into the country – and who thus sustained the economy and society with methods other than government tax-funds – could lower their Read more »

The Immigrant's Song

The Immigrant's Song

I am a guinea wop goombah greaseball grape-stomper Guido Mafioso, a garlic-breathed Fonzi with, as fellow Siciliano Quentin Tarantio pointed out in True Romance, n-word blood. I am part Swedish meatball bork-bork chef, and part Slav – an ethnicity from which the English word slave was drawn because Slavs were so often conquered and enserfed. My grandparents and great-grandparents on all three sides of my family (Dad’s side, and the two halves of Mom’s ancestry) were part of the “great unwashed,” the Ellis Island mob of European immigrants who fled Europe around the time of World War I. My people Read more »

Province of Sorcerers: The Malignant Magick of Our New Millenium

Province of Sorcerers: The Malignant Magick of Our New Millenium

It is a frightening thought that man also has a shadow side to him, consisting not just of little weaknesses- and foibles, but of a positively demonic dynamism. – Carl Jung, “On the Psychology of the Unconscious” President Trump and his administration – implacable embodiments of counter-reality – are symptoms of a profound and perhaps extinction-level form of malignant magick in the Crowleyian sense of causing changes in reality in accordance with acts of will. Symbols, rituals, chants, invocations – all the trappings of magickal practices are being employed on a minute-by-minute basis by all sides of the current political Read more »

Crucibles, Not Comfort

Crucibles, Not Comfort

Magic is imagination’s song. Crafted by skillful hands, inspired by able minds, it leaps the gulf between what CAN’T BE and what IS. Cynics dismiss it. Fate undoes it. But with passion, hard work, and will, the future manifests from nothing. It’s not easy, but then, miracles never are… That tale is ours. We craft it every day we are alive. For every day is magical, even the bad ones. ESPECIALLY the bad ones, for they teach us to be strong. Why faerie tales? Because such tales inspire us. They remind us to see gold within straw, to recognize the Read more »

Trumpmerica

Trumpmerica

Day One in Trumpmerica: Three of my friends have already been attacked this morning. One of them is a veteran who works for the VA… but hey, she’s Black, so yee-fuckin-haw. I’ll bet the boys who assaulted her never carried a gun in the field for the USA, but now that open season has begun, nothing matters but the color of one’s skin. At least one marriage I know of (not ours) has ended in the last day, and a long-term relationship (again, not ours) died last night. My feed is full of suicide notes, and I’m sure at least Read more »

Guns, Media, and Money

Guns, Media, and Money

The United States was built upon five things that are biting us hard in the ass right now: 1. A literally religious mythology of divine favor. 2. A culture founded entirely upon buying and selling goods. 3. A revolution conducted by eloquent idealists who also owned slaves. 4. The slavery and genocide of everyone who dared to get in the way of the first three elements. 5. A conflux of mass media, technology and literacy unknown in the world until that point. That mass-media – from broadsides to newspapers to TV to the internet – has sold Americans the impression Read more »

Art, Ignorance, and Educational Anathema

Art, Ignorance, and Educational Anathema

Man, this video pisses me off. Under the aegis of Prager U – a right-wing think-tank disguised as “the best ideas of the best minds” – a smug jackass named Robert Florczak throws a self-important, historically vacant hissie fit about “How… the beautiful [art] come to be reviled and bad taste come to be celebrated.” Assuming the mantle of an “art expert,” Mr. Florczak “explains the history and the mystery behind this change and how it can be stopped and even reversed.” His presentation is an infuriating heap of smug, steaming bullshit. Mr. Florczak‘s video fails Art History 101 on several very Read more »

The Path With a Future

The Path With a Future

I have myself felt suicidal – felt trapped and hopeless and without a shred of a future. At that time, I was stuck in a decaying marriage, working two shitty dead-end jobs, trapped by poverty with my then-wife in a building we called Domestic Abuse Central because getting drunk and beating the shit out of their wives, husbands, kids, partners and each other is all our neighbors ever seemed to do. I had been forced to abandon my dream of being an actor, had been kicked out of a band I’d help form, and was constantly overdrawing my bank account. Read more »