Didn’t he know they lost the war?
It seemed like a legitimate question at the time. I had just told a friend of mine that a guy he’d just met was in fact a former Neo-Nazi. 2,474 more words
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The bus station waiting room was the in-place to hang out on Saturday afternoons, according to Anita. Two years my senior and a cross-between Raquel Welch and a rouged porcelain doll, she was the epitome of cool. 81 more words
On a night like yesterday, tossing and turning in the dark because of a toothache from a filling ‘so close to a nerve’, I turned to online news to keep me company as I waited for dawn. 1,419 more words
The Mysterious Fairy Flag of Clan MacLeod and its Legendary Protective Powers…..
New Shroud of Turin Study Finds Evidence of Human Blood…..
The Geometry Thickens: Square Stone Formation Detected at the Center of Avebury Stone Circle….. 1,445 more words
When brands get highjacked…
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At far-right rallies across the U.S., an English tennis champion named Fred Perry hovers, invisible to the men unwittingly representing him. For the last two years, members of the Proud Boys cult of masculinity have worn Perry-branded striped-collar polo shirts with a Wimbledon-inspired laurel insignia as they shout at anti-fascist protesters and take rocks to the head.
On the Media has a good interview with Wilamette Week repoter Corey Pein, one of the only journalists (maybe the only journalist) to have interviewed the Portland train stabber… 150 more words