love in the dystopia — fear & loathing as america burns.

dystopia: (n.) an imagined state or society in which there is great suffering or injustice, typically one that is totalitarian or post-apocalyptic. bay area political discourse. it’s been a fucking trip, hasn’t it? watching it all unfold before our eyes in real time, streaming twenty-four seven on msnbc, through our feeds, blinks and notifies with … Continue reading love in the dystopia — fear & loathing as america burns.

corporate shills & the infinite sadness — fear and loathing as america burns.

I’d been scrolling absentmindedly through my Facebook feed one Sunday afternoon, that most magnificent medium in this technological age for the dastardly motives and political psyops of bad actors, both State and alt-reich, alike — as one does, because just like everybody else, or at least most woke folk, it’s one thing to expound on this shit, … Continue reading corporate shills & the infinite sadness — fear and loathing as america burns.

keeping up with the dystopia — fear & loathing as america burns.

at the moment; 1 november 2017 it’s been almost a year since that fateful day & i don’t know how you all feel, but i’m fucking fried, having spent it trying in vain to keep up with our ever darkening american dystopian future — only, bad news for us, the future is now. fear and loathing as america … Continue reading keeping up with the dystopia — fear & loathing as america burns.

civil war: a tale of two rallies — fear and loathing as america burns.

patriots’ day counter protest flyer; martin luther king jr. civic center park, berkeley, ca, 15 april 2017. (photographed by pan ellington) it had been a while since i’d been out, save for a handful of daytime marches, may days and the women’s march with friends, the safest of safe amongst crowds composed of nine to … Continue reading civil war: a tale of two rallies — fear and loathing as america burns.

as the clock strikes twelve — fear and loathing as america burns.

it still doesn’t feel real, you know, even though we’ve had the last three months to get used to this most heinous of american ideas. i spent inauguration day mimosa hazing and weed dazing my way through the beginning chapters of this incredibly traumatic, national acid trip of terror — the penultimate fucked-up, dystopian novel in which … Continue reading as the clock strikes twelve — fear and loathing as america burns.