Michael Brown was murdered, and we’re all screwed: A Sermon of sorts for Lammas

Probably it was Chicago – that brain-raping week in August of ’68. I went to the Democratic Convention as a journalist, and returned a raving beast. For me, that week in Chicago was far worse than the worst bad acid trip I’d even heard rumors about. It permanently altered my brain chemistry, and my firstContinue reading “Michael Brown was murdered, and we’re all screwed: A Sermon of sorts for Lammas”

It is a Holiday and I Don’t Like It

Actually, the title here is a little bit misleading. If I were truly a good professional wizard, I would have warned you at least two weeks ago that August 1 was Lammas, one of the eight holiest days of the solar calendar. In fact, I would have devised an entire scheme of celebration and ritualContinue reading “It is a Holiday and I Don’t Like It”