are destined to be “the other.”
Our own other, even.
Sigh.

cannot stand west coasters. People from California in particular who know everything and believe themselves to be saved. In fact, I am not sure I like anyone who believes themselves to be saved, west, east, north, or south.
But there is no greater cesspool of wrong-headed, won’t-mind-their-own-business know-it-allsists to be found anywhere on earth than in Los Angeles and southern California.
Not only are they idiots—they are idiots that engage in “activistics” to try to impose their unconsidered idiocy on everyone else on the planet. Hopefully that long-prophesied day on which Los Angeles sinks into the ocean won’t be too long in coming.
In fact, we could stand to lose the either west coast and the entirety of the south.
Bin Laden, if you’re listening…
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)