Sometimes your radical moderate answer really is pretty fringey, because one of the fringes accidentally hit the nail on the head.
Then I remembered that the Nobel for literature is bullshit anyway.
If the vote were restricted to people who didn’t act like farm animals I would almost find democracy tolerable.
Dear my leftist friends: the people who are mad about Trump aren’t literally insane. They’re sick of getting taken advantage of from both sides.
(You think I’m going to tell you which case I think I fit? Ha!)
I’ve often said that if I were a man or a feminist I would be able to buy my own island by now. (So why don’t I become a feminist? Because I’ve gone this far without you animals turning me into a liar; why switch horses midstream? Also, feminism is the opposite of good for […]
Threatening life and evolution are the two deaths, death of the spirit and death of the body. —John B. Calhoun Don’t like gays and antinatalists? The paradoxical solution I would propose to you, then, is this: wear a condom once in a while, and for god’s sake quit voting for politicians who support the welfare […]
By all sane accounts, getting old is always a drag at best, and usually closer to terrifying. But I swear, doing it during a period of decadence is about as depressing as getting old gets. When I was a kid, when we finally got MTV anyway, the teeny-bopper music video channel wasn’t something grown-ups took seriously—but […]
“My conversion to Islam.” You want to check out some case studies? The bescarved Gallic nutbar above is very careful to let you know that despite her prayer rug she isn’t of Maghrebine extraction: she’s of French nationality, birth, background, parentage, etc. Oddly, like Joris-Karl Huysmans, a youthful fascination with the occult and a feeling […]
This week some astute souls have aimed a few rays of Intertube at my English translation of Octave Mirbeau’s lost masterpiece In the Sky. If you haven’t heard by now, Mirbeau was a 19th-century French anarchist author whom, if you enjoy Camus, the Coen Brothers, Bukowski, or any other 20th/21st-century purveyor of wry darkness, you must read before you die. Thanks to my publisher Chip Smith, […]