George W. Kush and a wash

I’ve heard there’s a sign outside of the Rothko Chapel in Houston that reads: “This Is A Sacred Place Where All Are Welcome.” What a concept! That even a grimy heathen such as myself is allowed to enter a sacred... Read More ›

Stranger conspiracy

Ay, Caramba! You’re out there, NBC blogger, in the wild of day trying to link the popular children’s program “Stranger Things” to being pro-colonialism because it features space invaders as a trope? Yo, that’s what you’re out here doing, in... Read More ›

The kids are right

“My life is dope and I don’t feel any need to share it with a bunch of thirsty, passive aggressive losers,” said a young gent I know when I asked him about having completely abandoned all forms of social media.... Read More ›

Bronze-and-marble man-life

I cruised down to the Speed on Friday and caught a screening of “Funeral Parade of Roses.” It was real sweet, almost as sweet as the block of Cupcakke videos I watched on YouTube directly afterwards. Cupcakke, she’s not holding... Read More ›