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The thing about eating the rich is 30 minutes later you get hungry again and want to go right back and eat some more.

Jesus, is it ever, and what it fosters! Bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing, intolerable vibrations in this (or any) place. Get out! The weasels are closing in. We can smell the ugly brutes.

They’re coming for the poor, and you won’t say anything because you’re not poor, you’re just down on your luck, right?

Alternative title: Eat the Rich Before the Rich Eat You, Volume 8

On a long enough timeline, all things face the inevitable choice to either adapt or die, from single-cell organisms to complex systems. Likelihood is minimal that societies are any different.

The Economic Masters are at it again. This time, trying to convince us all through their lackeys at WSJ that the latest, decreased jobs numbers mean GROWTH!

And the Defense Industry will win your shitty little mind over to their cause every time, because they own the psychologists, politicians and talking heads, and know they can trigger you with words and phrases like “patriotism” and “support the troops.”

It is the law of the land. So shall it be said, so shall it be done. For any libertarians joining us, your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.

They’ve taken and profited off your data, wrecked your privacy, flooded the Internet with disinformation. Now it’s time to take something back. Let’s talk regulation of Big Tech.

A reflection of battles won. We’d say “and battles lost” but that would make us liars, and we’re exceedingly good at the War on Christmas. Happy Holidays!

Please don’t believe what those DO-NOTHING DEMOCRATS like Shifty Schiff and Naughty Nancy have to say.

In which I formally enter onto the historical record the vaguest proof possible that I exist outside this text and your mom’s most cherished memories.

In which we discuss the more underappreciated points of yesterday’s election: a quick-and-dirty spread on how disinformation will make you act against your own interests.

I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a healthy toy dog breed well nursed at any age is a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassée or a ragout.

In an effort to prevent this site from becoming too much of a hellish nightmare-scape of brilliant perspectives, intellectually-stimulating arguments, and finely-crafted articulations about current events and Who America Is? I am submitting to the jury, Evidence #2 that occasionally I play World of Warcraft, and even more occasionally, I have some real shit-takes to […]

There are few greater threats to our own long-term interest worse than a system rigged against the Labor Class where everything has to turn transactional for people to make a living.

Because the first one wasn’t enough, and it’s well past time to organize on behalf of the Labor Class – or as Adam Smith called it “Society.”

This is a short one this Saturday morning that just takes a quick spin ’round the track. We discuss how your data, much like your mom, has everyone else’s hand prints ALL OVER IT.

You will never know a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than the one you live in. You just can’t see it because the rules and the systems obscure and distort the truth. Just like they’re meant to.

I have seen the enemy and the enemy is us. The people placing TooSafe mechanisms on playground equipment, then complaining about how kids don’t take risks anymore. Bah God! Harrumph!

No rest for the wicked, they say. Unless they’re recently dead, then they might be resting, but only if an afterlife exists where R & R is permitted.

Listen to his music if you must, but his recent advice column musings are the stuff that high school newspaper editors toss out for being naive.

In which we, the royal we, the editorial we, tell you that the way you follow politics is wrong. ALL WRONG.

For the record, once again, I don’t actually care about you. I’m just adding You into the headline because the marketers said this would SEO better, and your stupid dumbass piece of shit brain would click on the link more. Also, climate change.

PDFs have limited purpose, and those few purposes are not in your wheelhouse. Ditch the PDFs – especially for newsletters – for anything else. ANYTHING!

Nearly 50 years after being implemented to oppress Nixon’s political opponents, the War on Drugs has caused immeasurable harm. It’s time it came to an end.

What happens when the people can no longer discern fact from fiction? The United States of Division, circa 2013-present.

Individualism + Uncertainty + Team Mentality + Overchoice = America, 2018.

Come back to me in two years, you miserable motherfuckers.

What happens when conservatives leave their own behind.

Previously, one Mean Ol’ Publius existed. For a matter of time, this was exactly as many as the Spaceship Earth was prepared to handle. Then, through democracies and feudalisms and monarchies and empires, three magically appeared. For many years, Mean Ol’ Publius disappeared from the scene, because time traveling is tough to get a handle […]

It’s a past-time for evangelists, con artists, disaffected youth and manchildren who’s parents never said they were proud.

Re-visiting the timeless problem facing the Liberal Arts & Humanities. Also, I totally stole that featured image – link in the story.

I mean, I already have several neighbors and they’re alright with me. You can get your own fuckin’ neighbors. But seriously, just read the post.

Flag Etiquette; or Why Kid Rock Should Take A Knee.

Why your freedom of speech doesn’t give you the right to say those words.

Once upon a time, in my formative years, a song came on a friend’s playlist. The singer yelled “Nazi Punks Fuck Off!” Ahh, those silly years of America’s where a raging, anti-establishment punk rock band echoed the general purview of its prior two generations. The irony of Jello Biafra agreeing, in his own way, with […]

Alright, I’ve kept this off the blog for a while for two reasons: It’s way more fun to have these discussions in real life. I’m fuckin’ lazy. But now, with Season 7 quickly approaching its last episode in a week, thereby sending me into a fit of rage over having to wait another year to […]

Picture unrelated. Or is it?

It was with great vengeance and furious anger (perhaps furious delight) that around the January inauguration of Pres. Donald J. Trump that I rained down critical thought facts on my most ultra-conservative friends. You know, the ones who’d been howling for years that Pres. Barack H. Obama was coming for their guns. I asked, with monumental […]

If any history books get written in the future (like we’ll still need books, HARRUMPH!), this period will be looked at with hilarity. And problem a little bit of worry.

An accounting of the executive officer’s work.

Or, Identifying bullshit in the information age Since the “FW:FW:FW:FW” emails of the late 90s through Onion and Duffel Blog-level satire being shared as fact to the onset of real Fake News being shared as so-called Real News recently, there needed to be shared methodologies for rooting out disinformation, misinformation, satire and fact.   Inevitably […]

Once upon a time, you see, radicals protested against being told what to do. They wrote a document that picked a fight. The fight turned into a war, which they fought (even on Christmas). They won the war and years later, through years of toil and discussion and debate and pistols-at-dawn, they encoded much of […]

I know why the mustachioed youngster sings. If that seems like I ripped off Maya Angelou for my own personal lede, you’re right. So congratulate yourself and get over it. Everything rips off everything, all music is old music, and no culture is real. I’m about to ruin everyone’s day, and in the process provide […]

In which the author takes a moment to tell you why technology doesn’t matter in an insurgency.

In which Publius begins to tell you about how words and communications mediums have been used to control people over time. And then you go back to listening to your fuckin’ push notifications.

Before any of you go getting all Language Police on me, my first order of business is to take the steam out of you. “Offended-at-all-costs” is no way of going through life, son. Neither is fat, drunk and stupid, as they say, but you can pick and choose. That means you can be offended, just […]

Then, promptly it died on the floor of the Internet on November 27. There it lay for some time, drifting amid the myriad ‘pedias, lurking on the comments sections and refining its writing styles to better serve the public through the high-minded notion that “If it didn’t bother the world, the world wouldn’t bother it.” […]

On April 20, 2008, it became self-aware of the possibilities of social media. Anonymous Rants Feelings of Unabashed Superiority An Apathetic yet Frustrated Audience The Best Things You’ll Ever Read Book it. Done. On November 25, 2012, it declared an all-out, self-serving and completely useless war against propaganda of many forms, the incorrect usage of […]