On September 11th

A woman at the bar when I came in this afternoon: “Well, he’s a foreigner.” She spat the word. “He’s a dicksucker, but I mean what do you expect?” I think my eyebrows lifted off my forehead and were lost somewhere in my hairline. But I don’t know what to expect in the US these…

Three Speeches

I’m not one to use this blog much for political grandstanding. With the occasional exception of complaining that my vote was not counted and a record of joining up (and breaking up) with Occupy Wall Street last year, the Activism part of Reverse Retrograde has almost always been on a personal level. Cut down my…