When the going gets weird...

( The Witches’ Ride by Otto Goetze, 1924.)

to hell

“Yet there was a time when you could walk around London or New York and see these gaunt faces, marked with sarcomas, and everyone you hung out with was dying. The official culture was in denial. Sometimes it was easier to be. I remember seeing Derek Jarman at a play. At that point he was blind. I didn’t want to see him like that. And then my friend was queer-bashed on the way home. Freddie Mercury died. Keith Haring died. Eazy- E from NWA died. Denholm Elliott died. Rock Hudson died. Fela Kuti died. And my uncle who wasn’t famous or even my actual uncle died. One of my friends lost seven people who were all under 30.”

The artwork of Adrienne Rozzi // Poison Apple Printshop

A sheriff responds to a facebook-cited media narrative about the police simply watching teenage girls drown in a car: you didn’t even read the press release packet.

The Old One

Quick, somebody get Ted Cruz some Neosporin for those burns. Warren wasn’t even done. She goes on to tweet what he should be doing instead of complaining.