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