Warning: This article contains spoilers for The Walking Dead, Ash vs. Evil Dead, American Horror Story: Roanoke, and Dusk Till Dawn. Television-viewing America has finally met Negan, and the verdict is in: By depicting the brutally realistic barbwire-wrapped baseball bat bludgeoning of two of… Continue Reading
I was recently blasting south down I-5 on my motorcycle, pushing 80 mph as the city of Shasta Lake disappeared in my rear-view mirrors, when the traffic began to slow, for no apparent reason. The car, van and truck occupying… Continue Reading
At this late date, I think it’s fair to say Redding is a city under siege by petty criminals. Everyone knows it and the rising property crime rate shows it. It’s the talk of the town. Gaunt phantoms stalk the… Continue Reading
There’s a meme going around, a diptych comprised of two gifs; Donald Trump allegedly mocking a disabled reporter on the right, Hillary Clinton allegedly suffering a seizure on the left. It’s pretty damned creepy, and to me, perfectly sums up… Continue Reading
Richard Gierman knows what it’s like to fall between the cracks. Like millions of Americans, the 57-year-old Army veteran and construction engineer found himself out of work after the onset of the Great Recession in 2007. The oldest of six… Continue Reading
It’s been more than a quarter-century since Bill and Hillary Clinton emerged on the national landscape, and we still don’t get Hillary Clinton. That apparently is the belief of cautiously optimistic Democratic operatives after Donald Trump narrowed Clinton’s lead in… Continue Reading
God bless Colin Kaepernick! I’d almost given up on watching the San Francisco 49ers this year when the former starting quarterback sparked a national uproar by refusing to stand during “The Star-Spangled Banner” at preseason NFL football games. When asked… Continue Reading
It’s official. The mainstream media is dead. Donald J. Trump put the final nail in the coffin last week when he hired Breitbart News executive chairman Stephen K. Bannon to manage the final stages of his insanely improbable presidential campaign.… Continue Reading
I’m the runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb, hurtling down Interstate 5 on a big black motorcycle hellbent for the Pacific Ocean, girlfriend tucked in behind me, hands tight on my hips as we try to put as much distance… Continue Reading
Sometimes I fancy I’m the wise old man on the mountain, which isn’t too much of a stretch, being that I’m getting older every day and I live on a mountain. I go on long hikes through silent woods, hands… Continue Reading
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