Have we had enough of climbing the walls of our houses, apartments, condos, trailers or whatever the fuck kind of domicile we have been holed up in lately? Are the metaphorical muscles in our figurative arms and legs burned out and exhausted? Why not go outside and get some fresh air? Well, I’m writing this... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Chappelle’s “STICKS AND STONES” Gives Side-Eye to The Church of the Perpetually Offended
Unless you're still waiting for your 56k modem to open your homepage, you've probably heard the uproar over Dave Chappelle's latest Netflix special Sticks and Stones. Every fat fingered jerk on the internet has weighed in on the subject. Armed with a water gun filled with my own tragic hubris, I've decided to throw my sweat... Continue Reading →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 