Due to budget vetoes, my university has been reduced to the size of a parade float As many LGM readers are likely aware, the University of Alaska system is perched on the edge of oblivion after our governor — an enormous tower of right-wing meat...
Author: davenoon
Over 20 years ago, an odd little volume appeared in print, cataloging ordinary Americans' dreams about William Jefferson Clinton. It included gems like the following: I was going to the.
Today being the last teaching day of fall semester, I finally get to reveal to my students the outcome of the American Civil War. Ordinarily, I would resort to boring.
Rumors that Ted Cruz is being considered for the Attorney General's position, or to soak up the urine stains left in Antonin Scalia's Supreme Court chair, ought once again to settle the ridiculous notion that Trump is somehow "friendly" to gay rights. Given the widespread...
My original election shitshow post was supposed to be followed up a few hours later with a second part consisting of five more entries that would happily culminate with a.
Our long national cake fart is nearly over. I was reflecting yesterday on the magic of the previous 18 months, and it occurred to me that history usually helps bring.
If you were thinking that Jill Stein's campaign could really use a boss white hippity hopper who supplies you with abundantly mad rhymes and ill beats on the Victrola, your burnt offerings and scattered poultry entrails have been answered by the sky gods. Behold the...
Jamelle Bouie has an excellent piece in Slate about the historical echoes and contemporary roots of Trump's effort to cast advance doubt on the results of next month's election, one.
It's often not easy for black folks at a Trump event, though he occasionally spots a friendly face in the crowd and wonders for a moment if he might, in.
(1) It's now obvious that a Clinton presidency will almost certainly resemble the final, ghastly days of Konstantin Chernenko's brief reign. Although I was prepared to vote for Clinton, the fact that she's not completely immune to viruses and/or bacteria reminds me that true progressives...
Donald Trump, racist whoopie cushion, appeared this afternoon in my hometown of Roanoke, Virginia, where I've relocated my insomnia for the past few weeks. Because I'm pathologically incapable of avoiding.
A day rarely passes in which I don't congratulate myself for abstaining from Twitter, but fuck me with a roasted gerbil, today offers a special reminder that whatever time I.