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  • When you keep forgetting you’re almost 50…it means you’re almost 50.

    When you keep forgetting you’re almost 50…it means you’re almost 50.

    That, friends, is a picture from nearly 13 years ago.  I was in the best shape of my life, having worked very hard on sobriety and my physical / mental health for an entire year, and wanted to photo document the outcome with the help of a friend in Victoria who was also an aspiring…

  • I can’t stop laughing at American Democrats. (or, Trump Derangement Syndrome just went full supernova) UPDATED WITH FUN FOOTAGE!

    I can’t stop laughing at American Democrats. (or, Trump Derangement Syndrome just went full supernova) UPDATED WITH FUN FOOTAGE!

    Image taken from the never-dull, world-famous Democrat meltdown of 2016. I’d like to know how last night went for her! They got exactly what they deserved after the amount of vitriol, lies, seething, condemnation, brainwashing, manipulation, and outright hatred they have been peddling these last several months, from the mainstream media to the voters themselves. …

  • The Bastardly Broth of the West End

    The Bastardly Broth of the West End

    I don’t ask for much in this world.   I really don’t.  I’m accustomed to living on very little money, so pricey material possessions have never factored into my life.  I’ve known how it feels to completely bottom out on alcohol abuse–right down to having the shakes so badly, I rummage through my bag of empties…

  • Non Desistas, Non Exieris

    Non Desistas, Non Exieris

    Right. After much consideration, contemplation, and consultation, I have decided that there is no way I am walking away from this blog.  No.  Fucking.  Way.   Remember that essay I wrote a few weeks ago about incels?  Yes, they are a complete nuisance.  Worse than a nuisance; they are extremely harmful.  There’s nothing like a guy…

  • The Highly-Paid Hole Standers of Vancouver [UPDATED WITH NEW LUDICROUSNESS!]

    The Highly-Paid Hole Standers of Vancouver [UPDATED WITH NEW LUDICROUSNESS!]

    (Earnest crow-eating as an introduction:) Look. You need to know what is happening in Vancouver, and pretty much every city, town, village, and community in Canada. This country has cratered and collapsed all the way to the molten core of the globe we call Earth; Canadian citizens are howlingly conflict-averse and unflinchingly passive; and there…

  • My First MRA.

    My First MRA.

    No, not Magnetic Resonance Angiography. I’ve actually had an MRI, done a few years ago when I collapsed in my bathroom and thought I may have sustained a concussion. It was a pretty uneventful experience, if not entirely peaceful. I’m talking about a Men’s Rights Activist. I know they’re out there. It’s well-known that they’re…

  • Of Final Things: Death and Burial in Mark Brandenburg, 1500 – 1800

    Of Final Things: Death and Burial in Mark Brandenburg, 1500 – 1800

    I‘ve been a bit preoccupied by Life this past week, and I’m really doing my best to churn out some writing, but it’s been a challenge. In the midst of some family matters, some external concerns, and some priorities being shuffled around, I have to say that focusing on output has not been an easy…

  • My favourite (yes, with a u) word?

    My favourite (yes, with a u) word?

    It’s two words, actually: vigilante justice.

  • September 1, 1939

    September 1, 1939

    I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest decade:Waves of anger and fearCirculate over the brightAnd darkened lands of the earth,Obsessing our private lives;The unmentionable odour of deathOffends the September night. Accurate scholarship canUnearth the whole offenceFrom Luther until nowThat has driven a culture mad,Find…

  • You mean, this precise moment?

    You mean, this precise moment?

    Well, WordPress bot, I guess I should answer this immediately, because my feelings might change after I quaff this big home-brewed iced coffee. And I am pleased you didn’t ask me, “What are you thinking right now?” That wouldn’t be appropriate, and my thoughts would have changed by time I finished typing the sentence. Right…