Or, How I learned To Stop Worrying And Just Logged Off
In which Mean Old Publius contends, maybe, that perhaps the NRA is the modern equivalent to the fictional Mola Ram. You know, the guy who pulled out people’s hearts in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
George Bailey was better than all of us, but that doesn’t mean we can’t aspire to his greatness
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 […]
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 […]
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.