What seems clear, after all this shit, is that my argument isn’t really with That Asstool, who cannot help being himself any more than a cancer cell can help metastasizing. It’s this country that’s the problem. We live in a WWF ring filled with stink lizards and dodoes. This month there have been a rash of articles elucidating an American metastasis on the ground that is much more terrifying than an arch-criminal/quasi-dictator in the White House: namely, the rising trend of

It’s March, and we’re in Hell, we entered Hell, when? The only way to characterize what’s been happening – what That Asstool is doing to the American government and whatever hefty slice of American society actually depend upon or interact with it – is as a literal descent into a criminal abyss, of a heretofore unseen scale. We’re beyond – beyond being appalled by That Asstool being simply the most rampagingly shitty human being to ever hold high office in this country, beyond

Like everyone, I’m too exhausted to post here as often as I should, even to merely fulfill my own selfish mandate, which only means, in effect, that the Bannon strategy – y’know, flooding with shit etc. – is in fact a masterfully effective and successful power-grab maneuver. Realizing this of course should only make us angrier – seeing clearly that it’s all just bugle blasts and bullshit, no substance, and that the American media is so hapless and naive that it can’t help but

Well, that’s that, I guess – not the end of democracy necessarily, though perhaps, but certainly the end of any reasonable person’s...

The landscape changes, or seems to change, but however radically different it is from the American political playground of, say, 2010 or 1984 or 1958, the primary features we’re looking at haven’t altered substantially in almost ten long years – that is, That Asshat is still dominating the field, if not in poll numbers (but close), then in newsworthiness and edge-of-our-seat doom-thinking about the chances he has in November of using the Electoral College like a teenage whore

How can you keep up? We’re so chin-deep in worrisome discourse already, I can’t imagine how we’ll be able to breathe come October – and I...

I’m finding it more and more difficult to write about That Asshole here, you may have noticed. He’s not an interesting person, just a hammerheaded schemer with the lifeboat ethics of hungry rat and an insatiable appetite for getting crowds of hayseed psychopaths to cheer him on. He’s somebody for whom the world “amoral” appears to have been invented – there’s really no one I can think of who’s in the competition, in our country’s long and odiferous history of pandering scumsa

Welcome back to the coulrodrome (that’s my coinage, extrapolated from coulrophobia, the fear of clowns) – but of course, it’s me who has returned, having enjoyed devoting a mere half-watt of attention over the last few years to That Asswipe’s mounting indictments, which have indeed accumulated like pustules on a plague victim. The Biden administration has likewise only summoned tedium. Sacred, blessed tedium. But now we’re back, and everyone, particularly the media, knows it

I must have some wretched vestige of human hope and empathy still inside me, struggling to stay alive in its molten bath of booze, spleen and bitter rationality, because I look at the “protesters” – I’m not sure about those quotes, they are protesting – in D.C. this weekend, on the eve of the final delivery of the Electoral College ballots, finally summoning That Asshole to the national-office exit hatch... and I try to understand them. I try, like everyone, try to conjure sc

So now that we can see the sun rising on the irradiated nightscape of the Asshole Presidency, we’re faced with a few inevitabilities. Certainly Biden will attempt and fail at being all things to all Americans, and will certainly fail at doing something, anything, legislatively worthwhile, however much the sincere effort will feel to many of us like the sweetest of handjobs, after being trapped in a POW camp dedicated to our lonesome suffering. Certainly the news will feel les

It’s easy to be fed up, with That Asshole, and the vast criminal web beneath him of sucklings, vandals, brainless ideologues, fuckups and outright felons, all of them working so hard to destroy anything that’s sensible in the federal books, you’d think they were Blue Meanies, screaming in agony whenever anyone says the word yes. But, as the election is upon us, I’m fed up with so much more. I’m generalizing, as I am wont to do, but taken entirely this country is a menace and

Clearly, there’s something wrong, on the ground, aimed away from financially-secure white male privilege, and toward women, non-whites, the poor, immigrants, and even the elderly. Every effort should be made to rectify the oppression, balance the inequity, and grind the ass-covering elite class into dust. But it’s the rhetoric I can’t tolerate, because it’s sloppy and dumb as fuck – specially, the worldwide protests following the murder of George Floyd that purport to object

With the astounding April 13th presidential-pandemic press conference, this absurd all-American monster may have reached a personal nadir, a moment of surreal and revelatory public spectacle that makes it impossible, you’d think, absolutely, quantitatively impossible to have any faith in the fact that this man has anything on his mind except wrangling power and cash in the nakedest way he can think of, which is very naked indeed, and that he wouldn’t, under regular circumstan

The relentless hothouse blizzard of 2018-19 media has one large mystery in its sights, beside which all other political mysteries are dwarfed: the Trump voter. Who is this enigmatic nocturnal phantom mega-fauna?, so elusive pundits speculate endlessly about it and the remnants of its behavior rather than actually find it and do research first hand, so delicate we mustn’t risk offending it or even drawing conclusions about its anthropological nature, so potentially dangerous i

The man presently holding the office of President in this country is a criminal asshole, but not merely. He is so far toward the extreme end of any scale of assholery that he legitimately over-assholes any assholes I've ever met personally in my life, which is saying a good deal. Everyone over 30 must have a similar range of experience, asshole-wise. We've all been there; this isn't opinion, this classification along a spectrum of assholery, it's an unarguable fact that demon