The drug policies of the United States are horrifically backwards. They promote the incarceration of people guilty of soft drug possession, people who likely pose no threat to themselves or others. They cost countless billions of dollars each year as … Read More
Rarely in this age of metaphysical detachment do we encounter such an utter embrace of the visceral as found in Riskay’s gift to the ages, “Smell Yo Dick”. In this piece, Riskay laments what she believes represents the steady decay … Read More
For all those who read Obama’s first memoir (Gobama!) where he talks about his heart-wrenching trip to Nairobi, they might already know this. But for those who didn’t, Matatus are basically just vans. But like the average road in Nairobi is less a road than a Mario Kart-esque trial of potholes, spiked road belts placed by the police, and all sorts of other obstacles; Matatus are less vans then they are the wishful remnants of what used to be vans. Think Pimp My Ride, Kenya style, and you have got yourself a Matatu.
A recent discovery made in Deutschkatharinenberg, a German town near the Czech border, may come as a fantastic surprise. Or a not-so-surprising disappointment. Christian Hanisch and Hans-Peter Haustein, leaders of a treasure-hunting expedition, may very well have uncovered the hiding … Read More
The stories of people of color are consistently excluded from environmentalist narratives because they require consideration of our environment not in isolation, but as an intersectional struggle with racial and economic justice.
When was the last time Denmark did something to piss you off? What about Hamlet’s homeland really grinds your gears? Personally, Sweyn Forkbeard’s invasion of England in the eleventh century pains me still, as if it happened yesterday.
On September 11, 2013, The New York Times published an op-ed by Vladimir Putin arguing against unilateral American military intervention in Syria without the blessing of the United Nations Security Council.
When I sat down for the talk I expected the usual political song and dance. The one and only other politician I have met in a personal setting was John Edwards, and all I got from him was a lingering hand after a photo op, a beautiful toothy grin, and a cool breeze from his flappin’ gums. I left the talk just as knowledgeable on John Edwards’ politics as I was before. But Minister Memecan didn’t give the typical American political rigmarole.
On a clear, warm day in late April, a dusty blue bus bearing the logo “Equality Ride 2006” drove toward the main gates of the United States Military Academy in West Point, New York. Overhead, a cloudless sky arched above the red-gray limestone campus, its Gothic towers perched on stony cliffs high above the Hudson River. Not far from the gates, the bus parked and discharged about 40 protesters in windbreakers or T-shirts.
IN MERRY ENGLAND in the time of old, when good King Henry the Second ruled the land, there lived within the green glades of Sherwood Forest, near Nottingham Town, a famous outlaw whose name was Robin Hood. No archer ever … Read More