On July 3rd, as Americans were in the middle of their Independence Day weekend celebrations, there was a shooting at a mall in Copenhagen, Denmark.
A little background on Day of the Dead and a brand new, related model shoot.
Since World War II, we have been a nation that said we were a home for the outcast. It has been our identity in the world; it has been our beacon, a figurative idea made literal by the statue of Lady Liberty that stands roughly 5 miles from where I type this.
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
It's been some time since I wrote 1 of these, but seeing as I'm in my last month, I figured I'd bring back this feature for an appropriate send off. Bar regulars are a varied lot. There are the assholes and the loners, but somewhere in between sits the patron saint of all drunks: The … Continue reading BARchetypes: The One Who’s Gonna Die Here
I want to say something.
I want to say something, but I’m not really sure what.
I’m not sure I have the words for what needs to be said.
Fred Phelps, the controversial, bile-filled preacher famous for popularizing the phrase, "God Hates Fags", has died today, March 20th.
Martin Manley killed himself. This in and of itself isn't so unique. Thousands of suicides happen without much notice. What makes his suicide bizarre is that he created a website to explain his reasons for his actions.