As pearl clutching zombies eagerly wait for the next scamdemic, ready to stand in line at parking lots, America’s new havens of health, for the
Author: Decker
Usually bemused by the current nuttiness of the modern world and attempting to maintain my wits by writing about it all
The Variants are Greek – The Months of Their Scamdemic
“Whenever I’m asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize
It’s For the Children…Yeah? – The Months of Their Scamdemic
Calls to the Mother Ship have gone unanswered. Prayers to God, Mother Earth or the Committee of Dolphins who might have created this insane
Sunday Baroque
“Some of us have taken off our blindfolds and see that there’s nothing to see. It’s a kind of salvation.” ― Flannery O’Connor *** Johann Pachelbel
It’s All Happened Before – The Jive of Their Scamdemic
As the gray hairs on ones’ head multiples, it becomes far easier to see shitfuckery for what it is. The shit offered up by demons,
Saturday Jazz
“The best musicians know this music isn’t about “schools” at all. Like my father says, “There’s only one school, the school of ‘Can
Dispatches from the Asylum 