Kermit and Joyce: The Showdown

Not another one. “This fucking guy.” The room is still as I close my email for the last time. “How the fuck does he know?” If he’s seriously about to show up here and fight me over $180,000 then he has no clue what he’s getting himself into. As I walked to the room to…

Twisted WArT

I don’t want to be the one to write an article with this title, then again, I never wanted to be a fucking politician or a soldier or anything other than an inventor or comedian.  Perhaps, that’s why I ended up an artist. Who better to write an essay titled “The Twists of War” than…

One Day They Will Find Us

While scientists have repeatedly fallen short decade after decade on their promises to discover the mystery of what schizophrenia really is, it is almost impossible to imagine a future where they don’t one day discover the answer. So let us effortlessly imagine such a future together…. The year is not 1123: hearing voices is viewed…

The Education Amendment

Here’s just one idea. Is it legal? Barely. We don’t have to do it just because we write about it, you know that already, we can feel free to share ideas in public without worrying. Except for? Our hosting provider is a private company and they can do whatever they want and people can still…

Feeling Safe in America

After reflecting on what I prepared for this past weekend’s event in Florida, I realized that there was an underlying theme of “safety in our country” tying together the major subjects that I chose to talk about; namely, involuntary psychiatric intervention, slavery, abortion, and climate change. Why would anyone think that “feeling safe” is worth…

Anger

Are we allowed to express anger?  At all?  As humans?  I sure as fuck feel angry right now, yet, just the inclusion of the word “fuck” discredits. I could take the time when I’m calm to edit.  I’ve done that before.   [or just coincidentally publish what can’t help but feel something during a time of…

How can I figure out what year each and every person within these United States is living in right now if I don’t even know my actual name?

This may be the weirdest conspiracy theory perpetuated, but, let’s hope by the end of writing this thing that we can figure out if it’s bullshit or not. The question at hand is simple: “what year is it?” The inspiration could be many things, but let’s give credit to a passage from a John Steinbeck…