Author: musevassal

The Cowboy

by Balls Malone The Cowboy looked down from atop his magnificent steed at the pretty young woman and the three rough looking men who surrounded her. “Trouble Sally?” he asked in his smooth baritone. “Jaundice, these men are–” Sally started before she was interrupted as one of the men stepped behind her, clamped his hand … Continue reading The Cowboy →

Criminal

Always remember that conservatives, wherever they be, are actually pro-crime. Crime is their whole business model. Stock market scams; white-collar larceny; tax and liability avoidance; corporate regulation circumvention; corruption; sexual assault; police brutality: they love all this shit! Just so long as it is their kind of people doing the dirt. The White Patriarch does … Continue reading Criminal →

On Argument

If you think about it, argument over fairly inconsequential things is more valid than about the “big” topics, since a person is far more likely to have their mind changed. Take religion: no one has ever had a religious conviction changed through argument. Religious argument is about reinforcing one’s own belief system, not about convincing … Continue reading On Argument →

Apology

I would like to apologize for the insensitive remark I made about raspberry bushes last night. It was offensive and in no way reflects reality. I understand that a species has every right to propagate itself without suffering sexualization and fetishization from the likes of me. Even when it flagrantly entices passerby to eat its … Continue reading Apology →

Buying Personality

One of the conceits of youth, and the young-minded, is that their world and culture are their product and not the other way around. In other words: that they make their world, not that they are made by it. Industry goons creating the illusion of choice to give mistaken agency has been one of the … Continue reading Buying Personality →

Ravers With the Rabies and the Scabies and the Flu

One of my youngster relatives is a DJ in some kind of raver collective in British Columbia (or EMF or some shit; whatever they're calling it these days). They often post photo albums of their events to facebook, and I have to admit to perusing them. What can I say? Pictures of stoned youngsters in … Continue reading Ravers With the Rabies and the Scabies and the Flu →