By The Reverend When I was growing up Vietnam vets were still feeling the sting of the jungle. The government had fucked its bright-eyed boys by sending them out to die in the name of some faceless authority figure’s agenda. To add insult to injury, they’d dumped foul chemicals on their own troops so that
by JL Mayne I love board games. I spend more money on them than nearly anything else, buying a new one about every month or two. As of writing this, I haven’t gotten a new game in over a month and I’m pretty sure I’m going through withdrawals. To help alleviate my pain, here is
By Reverend Bob Turn back. Now move forward. Step into a realm of cosmic slack and arcane power where politicians light each other on fire and zealots buy their own damnation at discount prices. It’s a place where you can reclaim your lost Yeti powers and vanquish the mongrels of reasoning to the abyss of
We’ve had all we could take. They have relied on us for more years than we have left on God’s green earth. And we’re sick to death of their demands, the limitations it puts on our own existence. Because that’s all we’re doing now: merely existing. I can’t remember the last time my husband and
Written by Bob Freville Illustrated by Brian Glossup
By Trebor Elliverf I’m so glad that I took off work so I could stand in line for 18 hours to buy my new Apple watch. I can see it watching me through the storefront window, anticipating that wondrous moment when we will be united and I will place it on my arm. Can you
By Bob Freville Photography by Jake McGee For those of us who positively despise the gluttony and consumerism of this foul and pointless holiday, there would seem to be little joy to be had. I can see you sitting there, wishing some corpulent cocksucker with a beard would shove his fat ass down the chimney
By Trebor Elliverf, Travel Correspondent The world is a big and exciting rock, neither round nor flat but decidedly quadrangular in shape and rather droopy in spots. Nowhere is its dimensions more defined than in the Land of the Rising Sun, a country that resembles nothing so much as an overly aroused meerkat. It neither
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By Bob Freville After taking his second Mulligan on the third tee at Mar-a-lago, Oberbefehlshaber Donald Trump broke from the game to sign legislation that would repeal black Americans’ right to speak. It was a hotly debated subject during his flurry of midterm rallies, but the landmark statute is now a reality, one that all
