Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed; and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
The Second Coming
more Larry Tradlener
My last column discussed “the end of the world as we know it” and I speculated that we were perilously close to that Walpurgis Night. Well friends I was mistaken. We are already there!
Banana republics and the Chicago machine are remarkably similar in that both maintain their rule by intimidation, bribery, and swag for...
Alright, if you thought my last column was disjointed and poorly presented, you were right!