15 years ago, I served as a juror in the trial of a colored gentleman accused of kidnapping his ex-girlfriend.
Author: Tom Shackleford
You Need to Tell the Truth to Sell a Lie
Plausible explanations for things that actually happen are branded as conspiracy theories by a media complex that imposes absurd conspiracy
The Era of the Weaponized Freak
I don’t think The End Times is a phrase that proffers much utility. An epitaph can only be chiseled in
Clueless Confidence
Up until 2016, I naively assumed that confidence in being right about a subject stemmed from the ability to precisely
Carnage in Kenosha
One way to view the carnage in Kenosha is generic Hollywood drivel packed with tropes. Much in the same way
Try Not To Fly
Necessity requires me to do a significant amount of air travel, international flights included. That’s caused me to experience the
There’s Clarity in Lies
Every era of humanity has at least one salient feature that distinguishes itself from whatever two it happens to be
Tranquility is a Tall Order
I recently had a chat with a friend from Eastern Europe about the current mayhem afflicting America. He was incredulous
Belgians in the Congo
We’re not the only ones getting our history defaced and then destroyed. This pre-genocide process recently claimed a statue of
They Needed a Different Playbook
Armchair Quarterback ain’t my position in this high-stakes sport we call Surviving Weimerica. But, I’ll try to play it as