Singing on the Deer Docks
They mostly leave me alone
because my face is badly scarred
and my voice is tattered and frightening.But every once in a while
someone asks me, why?
Why do you sing here day after day
on the deer docks where the black seagulls laugh?
Why do you
I know, I know. My readers hate it when I spend energy responding to establishment smears about me; you want my energy and creativity going toward debunking propaganda and pointing to the machinations of the empire. I get it, I really do.But these smears (and
You are a big fish in a small pond.No, that's wrong.You are a big fish in a small fish tank.
A celestial leviathan at the apex of evolution
imprisoned in an artificial box that was manufactured in a sweat shop.We are gods in cages
made of insurance
I've been avoiding interviews like the plague for months. I find them very difficult to fit into my busy schedule and it creates more stress than it's worth, but there were two shows I absolutely could not turn down because I love them so much
Well it looks like it's attack editorial season again, so I'm just going to write a bit about who I am and what I do in order to put everyone's mind at ease about me (or confirm all their worst suspicions, depending on where they're
Be less patient with people who deliberately waste my time.
Try to keep up with the washing.
Find out what Chapo Trap House is.
Seize control of the narrative.
Be mean to jerks.
Forgive myself for not keeping up with the washing.
Be unsympathetic to people’s desires which harm other people.
With the help of my generous patrons, my wonderful husband, and copious amounts of caffeine, in between political essays I have managed to write and illustrate a book. It’s called Woke — A Field Guide for Utopia Preppers, and I’m very proud of how it turned out.