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Oct 10 2025 
Slices ov da Trumpocalypse, #4
“To regain a few brain cells, turn everything off and listen to insects, wind, memories, ghosts, regrets and God. Lie on the hardest ground to stare up at the darkest leaves and branches, or the moon with its nimbus.”
with gratitude to Linh Dinh at Postcards from the End.
Social Orphans Not Quite Lost — Oct 08, 2025.
Just three… Continue reading
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Oct 07 2025 
Slices ov da Trumpocalypse, #3
“Trapped inside a psychotic labyrinth with ten thousand maddening turns, Americans are reduced to worshiping slobbering child rapists who don’t even try to make sense.”
with gratitude to Linh Dinh at Postcards from the End.
White Nations Scattered Across Ruins? — Oct 04, 2025.
For two days, I mostly slept. After my predawn session at Coffee Seven, I’d usually go… Continue reading
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Oct 01 2025 
Slices ov da Trumpocalypse
“… solitary, untraveled men overburdened by practical worries don’t have time to look deeply into anything. As survivors, though, they’ll likely outlast you or me.”
with gratitude to Linh Dinh at Postcards from the End.
End of the World Sit Rep — Sep 28, 2025.
After Coffee Seven, I dropped into Cà Phê Cà Pháo with a collection of Sơn… Continue reading
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Aug 18 2025 
Slices of Life 4
Like the US itself, Trump is nothing but his image, so when he looks weak, confused, ridiculous or petty, the world can see exactly how his eviscerated nation is doing
with gratitude to Linh Dinh at Postcards from the End.
Image War — Aug 16, 2025.
Since American presidents are now at risk of stumbling headfirst going up or down Air… Continue reading
