Category Archives: History

Chapter 10. Elected to the Republican slate of delegates for Richard Nixon from the Great State of Tennessee…

Elected to the Republican slate of delegates for Richard Nixon from the Great State of Tennessee, I was in no way a kingmaker. After all, Richard Nixon raked in 5,378,704 votes in the primary or 86.92% of the votes cast, and 47,168,710 votes or 60.7% of those votes cast in the November general, a pulsating […]

Chapter 7. With this letter to Philip Dare I knew February was turning…

The laws in this city are clearly racist. All laws are racist. The law of gravity is racist. I am making this trip to Africa because Washington is an international city, just like Tokyo, Nigeria or Israel. As mayor, I am an international symbol. Can you deny that to Africa? People have criticized me because my security detail is larger than the president’s. But you must ask yourself: are there more people who want to kill me than who want to kill the president? I can assure you there are. First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. And second, what can I say? I’m a night owl.

Chapter 5. It was a story told by my mother to Paul that grabbed…

It was a story told by my mother to Paul over tea and cookies and I believe some inelegant cheese that grabbed me by the Saskatchewans, pitching me into a fever dossier and a full count I am probably still suffering consecutively this very day, nearly several thousand dawns of Cooling Earth later. Why had […]

Chapter 4. Our dear Mrs. Middleton the Strict sent us home with a regenerative task…

Our dear Mrs. Middleton the Strict sent us home with a regenerative task one fine spring afternoon, crisp with the traveling song of wayward dandelions and invincible country singers drunk on the booze left undelivered by the winds of tomorrow’s next surprise. Her thirty students were to ask each of our parents, and in those […]

Chapter 3. The Former Congressman Swore An Air Force Hospital…

The former congressman swore an Air Force hospital had never been located in Palm Beach County. He was a hometown boy, an habitual servant of the county until coming to Washington, knew every synchronized inch of that excruciatingly opportunistic, glitz infested, captivating, terse, paralingusitically vain but royalty free compound paradise. But ever since the feral […]

Chapter 2. We’ll get to the official purposes of my morning…

We’ll get to the official purposes of my morning routine later, but let me walk you through the basics. Are you recording this? Come on people. Let’s get our story straight. Will somebody please shuffle me a freaking electronic device that will please on some non-sadistic level work some magic fuck job on our Greenwich […]

Chapter 1. Never fails. Another fat day in the frat boy war…

Never fails. Another fat day in the frat boy war zone, lovingly called The War Zone in some parts of the Deep South, finds the smiling president sliding another five finger discount speech into the Middlesex American Sawbuck Party’s spending habits, and it seems he’s taking no prisoners with this one. Tweet, tweet. Some prayers […]

Prologue. Events No one can rightfully remember…

Deconstruction along the vines of higher learning has been well on its thorny way since Hermes took note of slim odds on personal survival in a God v. Man pissing contest. Trying to keep up the ancient façade was troubling enough, but when God quit talking and humanity wouldn’t shut up, even the trees in […]

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From the earliest episodes of my life, I was always sure to be found reading, writing, doodling, organizing, and with the most algebraic of purposes, goofing, interrogating, readying, doubting, resisting, stalking and preparing the way for an artistic life not so much of grandiose deeds, but of exiled suppositions washing up against the keen but […]