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Drowning in a Super Bowl of Bread and Circus

Juvenal warned us about 'Bread and Circuses.' Two thousand years later, we’re drowning in them. An analysis of the manufactured divide between the NFL and TPUSA, and why the elite...

Drowning in a Super Bowl of Bread and Circus

Juvenal warned us about 'Bread and Circuses.' Two thousand years later, we’re drowning in them. An analysis of the manufactured divide between the NFL and TPUSA, and why the elite...

Puscifer's "Normal Isn't" Day One Review

High Altitude Frequencies: A Review of Puscifer...

I reviewed Puscifer’s Normal Isn't from 40,000 feet above the Mojave Desert. Maynard James Keenan abandons his typical melodic safety to create something distinct. The album offers existential grit and...

High Altitude Frequencies: A Review of Puscifer...

I reviewed Puscifer’s Normal Isn't from 40,000 feet above the Mojave Desert. Maynard James Keenan abandons his typical melodic safety to create something distinct. The album offers existential grit and...

Ed "Pop" Proctor and his Dodge panel truck at Doheny Stat Beach, 1954.

The Legend of Ed “Pop” Proctor | By Ghost

This Depression-era mechanic rejected the breadlines to live on a motorcycle and later in a panel truck at Doheny State Beach. He proved that competence buys freedom. This article details the...

The Legend of Ed “Pop” Proctor | By Ghost

This Depression-era mechanic rejected the breadlines to live on a motorcycle and later in a panel truck at Doheny State Beach. He proved that competence buys freedom. This article details the...

Protestors march for Renee Nicole Good after she was shot and killed by an ICE agent on Jan. 7 in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Photo: Stephen Maturen/Getty Images

"Solidifying Your Fears in Minneapolis" by VANDAL

Stop fucking crying. Put the candles away. Your grief is boring, and your shock is an insult to your own goddamn intelligence.

"Solidifying Your Fears in Minneapolis" by VANDAL

Stop fucking crying. Put the candles away. Your grief is boring, and your shock is an insult to your own goddamn intelligence.