August 23rd, 2026 Months back here I praised Mark Waid's timeless writing on "Kingdom Come" before garroting it on "Champions" then especially "Captain America: Home Of the Brave", his socially irresponsible propaganda pamphlet. Alex Ross's detailed Norman Rockwell Ubermenschen-dystopian-blitzkrieg clusterfuck (I hope y'all know compliments when you read 'em) overshadowed a clearheaded and ingenious taut political thriller with roots set in 1938 wrapping sometime that sm

Chapter Three June 9th, 2026 Courtesy of "Maddie" came a container of base makeup. Honey Beige is my jam, apparently. Reapplication was a necessary nuisance ten times daily with Ms. Madeleine herself handling my cosmetology. Maddie is my top yard chick-pick. She's here for murder, that of their rapist. Fresh from high school was their trans-sition. Sexuality wasn't the impetus, gender was. Within that skin beat a heart that felt female to them, an engine for a different

Chapter One June 6th, 2026 What's the distressed inmate to do? Being locked down in a compound stuffed with them calling the cops ain't optional. The fellas might look at me weird. I suppose I'll launch a citizen campaign wrapped in prison foolishness labeled a "blog post". Instead of summoning the Fuzz, I offer you thus: Strip a man's freedom if you must. The thin red line gets crossed when you mess with his precious TV. Practically daily I bring scores to say with

May 29th, 2026 When I'm wrong I own it. Literally a bitter pill, Pals and Gals. Saying dropping the lost 'War On Drugs' in the hoosegow and doling doses free to inmates fixes yard-crime? Overarching issues proved I haven't earned the nickname "Quitler" (Queer Hitler) exiled ex-pal Adrian* dealt me. Maybe I seem adorably hardcore right wing sometimes but totalitarian master planner? S'pose I blow, Dudenheimmen. This yard's littered with trash Landscape cant fix with