You know, I’ve never heard anyone call fauxgressives brave, and if this statue deep in “Amen Territory” is any indication, I’m not going to hear it for some time.
Yes, Donald Trump is evil incarnate. We know this because the wealthy elitists in media, politics, and academia tell us so. Especially those elitists who share a political party with none other than the venerable Ku Klux Klan.
It is these very bastions of ethics, not to mention their gentrifying offspring, who inform us that it is uncool … so very, very uncool to be a Trump supporter in 2016.
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And they said it would never happen …
At least not in this lifetime.
Looking back on the 200+ concerts I’ve been over the course of my lifetime, it would be hard to declare a “best”. After all, they’ve all been so different. And while there have certainly been smaller shows in distant years that have been more meaningful … Nirvana at the Off-Ramp, for instance … I’m hard-pressed to recall a more entertaining show, a more spectacular show, a more awesome show than Guns N’ Roses at Seattle Taxpayer Stadium on Friday night. (Yes, Century Stink,
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When I got tickets to Alice in Chains a few weeks ago, I was excited, yet a little scared. After all, I’ve never seen a bondage show before. I’m pretty vanilla when it comes to that stuff, and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.
When the house lights dimmed moments before the show, I didn’t know what I was personally supposed to do either. I mean, do we whip it out right away, do we watch for awhile and then do so, do we wait for the money shot? Who knew?
You can imagine my surprise when
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I see you’ve found our planet, or at least what’s left of it.
In case you were wondering, our species died off when every male age 16-67 stopped pursuing the nappy snappy, and began pursuing Pokemon. Not that anyone of our time blamed them, I mean, if hitting the luscious hoo-haa meant that you’d have to wear one of these, Pikachu would start looking pretty good to you too.
Oh sure, history has always had its share of guys with Peter Pan syndrome, but when businesses started openly encouraging the phenomenon, our extinction was virtually assured.
So sorry nobody
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Having lived in the city for most of my life, I haven’t had the opportunity to shoot much wildlife.
Sure, I’ve gotten the odd shot of an orca in Elliott Bay, not to mention several photos of the Wild Bremelo in its native habitat. Oh, and who can forget my footage from the midst of the Canadian Thug Goose invasion?
So, sure, I’ve gotten some “wildlife” footage, but when it comes to photography, most of my stuff trends toward the urban.
This being the case, when I saw a Blue Heron hanging out with a Big Ass Turtle
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When one has lived a charmed life, it can be difficult to imagine what it must be like to be tormented by mental illness. Add to this the fact that many mentally ill people are simply dumped onto the streets when they have no money, and it can be downright impossible to relate to the people who have experienced this pain and suffering firsthand. After all, when we don’t “feel emotionally secure” in a private, locked toilet stall … a national crisis is declared, legislation is passed, and social media erupts with sympathy for us and shame for anyone
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An outspoken woman in Seattle? Complaining about a perceived imperfection in her extraordinarily-privleged 3%er life? Why, that doesn’t sound right. No, that doesn’t sound right at all. That only always happens!
There’s a point in most moral panics where, emboldened by the cowardice of the populace and complicity of the media, said panic crosses the threshold from vaguely-theoretically-possible, to outright parody. A point where all but the most mentally enslaved exclaim “Oh come on, this is just too much!”, either verbally or in their own minds. The point at which the moral panic, to borrow a phrase, jumps the
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There’s a new mural at 10th & Pine:
On a personal note, I still have the receipt for the best $125 I ever spent.
And while I hate to use such a tragic opportunity to make a point, I nonetheless feel compelled to do exactly that.
See, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:
Go to your book collection, your movie collection, your art collection, and your music collection. Now, throw away everything made by a “drug user”. Stand there and look at what remains. It won’t be much. Stand there nonetheless,
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