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Dragon Mörder

About Me

I am a series of genetic abominations.

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My Blog

The Story of a Bastard

Illinois is not noteworthy for its scrupulous politics.  The states back alleys are awash with tales of discarded votes and large-scale fraudeven murderand the tendrils of corruption reach far into...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 21:12:00 GMT

Crash: Scrambled Thoughts from a Poor, Dumbfounded Citizen of the United States

Making John McCain the President is like giving Grandpa the remote control to the VCR. Brian Milsap I think that's a damn good quote.  It's catchy and true, and I'm friends with the man who said ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 02:32:00 GMT

Twisted Screeds and the Big Darkness

.imgfloat {float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-top: 9px; width: 350px; height: 304px;}Big Darkness, soon come. Take my word for it. Hunter S. Thompson A container of ashes migh...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 21:07:00 GMT

Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

.imgfloat {float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 12px; width: 234px; height: 337px;}Directed by: Alex GibneyNarrated...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 01:57:00 GMT

Welcome, Sarah Palin and the Agents of Change

Sarah Palin is the new savior of the Republican Party. No one can say why or list any significant traits that set her apart from a thick roster of conservative heavies who most likely would have turne...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 02:48:00 GMT

Necessarily: A Bukowski Rip-Off

I wanted a Christmas tree.  I didn't know why.  I had no fucking clue, and I hate Christmas, but I wanted one so I decided to drive around until I found some for sale.  I drove around...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 14:10:00 GMT

You Are Being Fed Airplane Food

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.  Hunter S. Thompson (adapted from the Buddhist adage) Imagine you're locked in a huge underground nightcl...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 14:07:00 GMT

Something...But Who Knows What?

That little imp in my head has packed up and left, it seems, and with his departure, the various cogs and pistons that once produced a constant whir of activity have slowed to a creep.  Neglect h...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 17:18:00 GMT