Hammer Mill Days

Auckland, do you read me. Come in, Brazzaville, come in . Are you receiving me, Des Moines? Is there anybody out there, for chrissake? Well, now we've done it. Golsh dang-git. I mean, god damn it... I may as well swear again, since Gizmandiar and his entire extraterrestrial junta may well have been atomized by deadly keltone rays, fired at city hall by our somewhat intemperate sit-in guitarist from Zenon, sFshzenKlyrn . What the fuck... if only that were the end of it. As many of you know, we called sFshzenKlyrn in to help us deal with these foul usurpers, who had deprived of us squathouse, livelihood, and even language. And as I may have mentioned before, our Zenite friend is a little hard to stop once he gets going. And friends, old sFshzenKlyrn got going all right. He certainly hasn't lost his touch with concentrated trans-dimensional matter disruption beams. Okay, here's what happened, judge. First the man from Zenon smashed city hall to smithereens. Gizmandiar had e...

It's only June and we're deep into presidential debate season. Did I get my years wrong? I thought this was 2007, not 2008. Fuck a duck, we've already got close to 20 presidential contenders hurling platitudes at us and competing over who can be the biggest caveman on camera. I think this week's prize might have to go to G.O.P. longshot congressman Duncan Hunter, who advocated using "tactical nuclear missiles" to destroy Iranian centrifuges. (There's a man of conviction!) That'll teach those Iranians to threaten ... people with... nuclear ... weapons.... (irony). Christ, they'll probably kick up their uranium enrichment just on the basis of his little demagogic tirade. Then there's the god-stakes, which was a bit more of a laugh than usual since the very same day I heard a political commentator on NPR opining that the Republican candidates were shying away from openly religious rhetoric to distance themselves from Dubya. Right on the money once...