Begging for Squirrel Chow

Begging for Squirrel Chow

Greetings from your friendly Glibertarians Foundation treasurer. Its that time of the year where we come to you po' faced, and shamefully admit we blew most of the money you entrusted us with to keep this website operating over the last year. Most of it. Some we just...

Monday Morning Links

Monday Morning Links

Sloopy and Banjos left me the keys today, and I’m going to do my best… to make them regret it

Thursday Morning Substitute Links

Thursday Morning Substitute Links

Good morning, all you wonderful Glibs. If you wonder why you haven't seen me around in a while, its because my youngest gets up at 4:30 in the morning (since the time change) and I have been a zombie for months. Just this week he's moved to getting up at 5:15 and its...

Brett set out to find America, the real America, the America of strip malls and serial killers, of butthole waxing and kelp smoothies, of cocaine and maggots. He sought it in the most American part of America—Florida: swamp gas and fever dreams, where love arrives on a rickety boat and leaves when it doesn't have the money for its fourth abortion. Oh, where has Brett gone? He’s drinking at the neck of America’s wang, chewing its foreskin and working its shaft. Brett is becoming legend. Brett can never die. Brett can never die. Brett is America, facedown in his own patriotic puke: the red his blood, the white his stomach lining, and the cold, cold blue his gas station slushie, spiked with coconut rum and tetracycline.

Tuesday Afternoon Links

There are an awful lot of people holding government positions who have decided that rights are not inalienable when the Fate of The World hangs on the little people doing as they are told. Let's be crystal clear. The absolute worst case in America was always going to...