In the coming months, where you might find your arse completely alone, ostracized by all, considered vermin, unable to leave your crib, and maybe even
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“You F**ked Up…You Trusted us” – The Months of Their Scamdemic
One of the running themes at this shitposting site is that God, Mother Earth or the committee of elves in Middle Earth who created this
Sunday Baroque
“I love a lot of people, understand none of them…” ― Flannery O’Connor, The Habit of Being: Letters of Flannery O’Connor *** Händel – Concerto
What Demons Await – The Bullshit of their Scamdemic
It is more than painful to watch your loved ones walk the plank, no matter your protestations and presentations of facts. Hell-bent of a
Saturday Jazz
Without music, life would be a blank to me.”― Jane Austen “Virtually every writer I know would rather be a musician.” ― Kurt Vonnegut *** Stan
Just A Little Backbone – The Months of Their Scamdemic Bullshit
Assuming we all survive the next six months, which will take us right into the Yuletide season, we might think to ourselves and ask, ‘who
Dispatches from the Asylum 