Tapping my inner Ho.


Well. I’ve been snubbed by the Video Music Awards AGAIN. It is becoming obvious that I am going to need lessons in “twerking”; I invite my readers to submit their qualifications to teach me this essential musical skill. Yes, I am not 18 years old any more. But I WILL NOT go gentle into this good night!  TWERK!  TWERK AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT!

A Confederacy of Leeches

    This vision of earthly beauty is “Kim Dotcom”:
Dotcom himself
There are hundreds of Kim Dotcoms in the world, all doing the same thing:  getting incredibly rich by depriving tens of thousands of artists, and hundreds of thousands more who work (or worked) in the film and music businesses of their livelihoods by running a “file-sharing” website.  And then rubbing it in those artists’ faces by splattering the web with pictures of how “successful” they are.

Pay Attention To The Man Behind The Curtain


Just over 100 years ago, an inquiry by Britain’s Parliament sent out a party in a horse and carriage to drive eastward across London, a distance of about 40 miles, to assess the state of London’s roads and traffic. Their average speed was 14 miles per hour. A hundred years later, when another party made the exact same journey in a car, they averaged only 12 miles per hour. And that with a huge increase in carbon monoxide and lead pollution. Is this “progress”? I guess maybe there was more horseshit 100 years ago. Or was there?

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Chapter Two: In Which I Sell My Soul for a Vox Jaguar Combo Organ


I feel it is finally time to unburden myself of a terrible secret. In the late 1970s I participated in the prosecution of a gruesome experiment in which innumerable innocent people were made ill. Countless others would have been sickened to learn the nature of their exposure to this exercise. But I deceive myself. The nightmare that took place that awful summer was no mere experiment. It was a crime.
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