Category Outrage Industry
Whoa, whoa whoa. Not you. This Cash Grab isn’t for YOU. It’s for your betters, you must understand.
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.
Flag Etiquette; or Why Kid Rock Should Take A Knee.
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]