Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs. Because if you're going to read a banned book, sometimes you need to go bad. Real bad.
Plus, I started it on the day this went down.
It just seemed all the more appropriate, somehow.
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Schadenfreude: Phyllis Schlafly
I know you're not supposed to speak ill of the dead - even the ones who've given you every reason to do so - but it'd take a ridiculous degree of revisionism on my part to cast her as anything but a singularly vile individual who played the part of a politically connected small-town bigot to the hilt (more examples of which can be found here, here and here) and never, ever seemed to tire of the act.
So, no. You're not supposed to speak ill of the dead. It's just damn near impossible in this case.
So, no. You're not supposed to speak ill of the dead. It's just damn near impossible in this case.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
-
If there's anything I've learned over the last few years it's that Paul's political groupies really need to get over themsel...
-
Adios, Pete. The Buzzcocks were easily one of my favorite first-generation punk bands growing up, capable of combining melodic sensibiliti...
