columnists – the post-truth

Diabetic doll in front of ominous gate

Columnist: Brownshirt on the Diabetic Doll

Estimated read time 3 min read

As a proud German columnist reared in the hinterland in the 1930s, I often find myself grappling with the absurdities of modern culture, though…

Freight yard on fire

Both Sides Of: Tariffs

Estimated read time 1 min read

I must break you

Concentration camp, abandoned (for now)

Both Sides Of: Concentration Camps

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Does work really make you free?

Commentary: Rusty Trombones and the Five Slights

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The entrails of my victims sustain and vigorate me.

Rusty Trombones: columning since columns were columns

Commentary: Rusty Trombones and Fine Whine

Estimated read time 2 min read

Learning how to be the tainted and not the taintee.

Corporate zombie feasting on brains

Commentary: Rusty Trombones and the Parking Lot Zombies

Estimated read time 2 min read

"I hire these people. I promote these people. I want to fuck these people."

Old school snowmobile dropping off its victims

Commentary: Rusty Trombones’ Fab Five Managerial Mantras

Estimated read time 3 min read

And listen to Grand Funk Railroad. The Funk!

Maybe die next time if you want to be remembered.

Commentary: Memorial Commemorating Event Too Inconsequential

Estimated read time 2 min read

At least be dead if you’re going to demand a moment’s attention! When I used to drive down Route 6, I often became saddened…

Rusty Trombones: columning since columns were columns

Commentary: Rusty Trombones and the Pigeon Shit

Estimated read time 1 min read

When someone gives you a freebie, like mistaking semen or mayonnaise with pigon shit, sometimes it's best to just accept it.