Another fortnight, another eight pages of relatively uninhibited news. Thousands of copies are now available at scores of locations throughout the watershed of the Piscataqua, New England’s gnarliest river. For optimum reading satisfaction, we recommend the newsprint version. Unfortunately, for the vast majority of humans, that option is not feasible. For the next best thing, click on this link right here and check out the .pdf.
Grand Theft America
It’s a free country. If people want to believe they’ve been born again, who are we to judge? But this business of having a third of the country acting, day after day, like they were born yesterday, is really starting to take a toll. Common sense would seem to tell us that the base of for the current regime is bound to collapse at some point. Paradoxically, the regime itself seems bent on hastening that process by showing that it’s not to be trusted. As the fortnight was getting under way, Don Junior—why does writing that name give us the feeling that we’re trapped in some post-modern remix of “The Godfather” and “The Sopranos”?—proudly announced that he’s selling hips to The Executive Branch for half a million simoleons a pop. He was not, let us be clear, offering government positions for a fee. Even the President’s first-born knows that would be illegal. At least, we’ll give him the benefit of the doubt on that…