A Journey to Mississippi

In the summer of 1994 when I was 15 years old my father and I went down to Mississippi to visit my uncle and his daughter; a cousin of mine I had only seen in photos. I was excited and at the same time scared out of my mind to go to Mississippi. I was born and raised in Detroit Michigan. My father’s side of the family is from a small southern town in Alabama called Marion. I went to several family reunions in Alabama and had a great time. The people were nice and acted as if they knew me my whole life. Mississippi however, was a whole other animal in my mind. I had heard the story of … Continue reading

Just Published: Reality 101 — Political Self Defense for Progressives

man struggling with devil

I realize that physical books are wonderful things, but I am putting out my works EXCLUSIVELY in electronic form, knowing that there are virtually zero wood-fueled power stations in the Western United States. That ought to be statement enough. Continue reading