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The Beast is Red, Chapter 3: You Shan’t Go Home Again

The Omni Shoreham hotel, Regency Ballroom, Washington, DC, Thursday morning. After a moment of panic early this morning on an empty stomach and a poisoned bloodstream, during which I decided that I’d be happier just staying in my hotel room and listening to old Lee Morgan records all weekend, I gutted up, donned my Wal-Mart […]

 

The Beast is Red, Chapter 2: Invisible Asia

This is, I must begrudgingly admit, not a great town for hydrocodone. At least, not from where I’m sitting. Which is currently in the back of a taxicab (driven by a resentful Turk, silent as the Teskilat-i Mahsusa) wheeling at reckless speeds through the taxpayer-funded parks of Washington Northwest. The dangerous urban velocity, the jogging […]

 

The Beast is Red, Chapter 1: An American God

Houston’s airport – Bush International. I’m flying out of Bush and into Reagan, moving eastward in space and backwards in time: soon I will face the Beast, but before I do, I’m killing time and brain cells in an airport named after his father, after which I will fly into one named after the Patron […]

 

Come. Back. Here. You. Rab. Bit?

A.O. Spades, Ace of Spades HQ: Halo No More: Recent Pictures of Obama Show Depict Him As An Angry Lunatic I am winding up for a slowball. Or at least the pictures taken which Drudge’s editor is (brilliantly) choosing to post. My one foot is forward like this, with the other foot trailing behind, like […]