I know Tucker Carlson reads me and I know he’s aware of my Holocaust work. Last week Tuck interviewed someone I knew nothing about, a rabbit-looking dweeb named Darryl Cooper. Apparently he’s some blogger who, in between digging burrows, opines on “dangerous” topics. “There’s the ...
Crime stories are part of the “racial America” beat, and it helps if you don’t let them get under your skin. That’s difficult with black-on-white crime, because of the blatant sadism often exhibited by the perpetrators. Making whites drink drain cleaner, making them bathe in bleach before ...
In June, Candace Owens and Tucker Carlson separately went on odd tangents about how the U.S. shouldn’t have dropped the A-bombs during WWII. So I wrote a piece about it and figured, why not sit on it till August and run it the anniversary week of Hiroshima and Nagasaki? Genius! And then I spent ...
What can we get used to? That’s a pivotal question for people, and communities. How much reluctant acclimatization is possible? To what extent can we learn to live with things we find abhorrent? I like to think I know what I can’t get used to. In 55 years (56 on Sept. 2—buy me a birthday ...
I would be a Republican if they would. Which means that I like the Barry Goldwater Republican Party, even the Reagan Republican Party. I want a mean old man to watch my money. I don’t want a Republican to be funny. I don’t want him to be charming. That’s Bill Maher from 1999. Maher’s point ...
Jacque Fresco is a man who requires no introduction. Wait...hold on...I screwed that up. Lemme start again. Jacque Fresco is a man who requires a lengthy fucking introduction. Because nobody knows who he is. And that’s the point. Fresco lived to be 101, and in that century-plus-one of life, ...
My regular readers know that sometimes I’ll take a roundabout route to get to my point. Dave’s Regular Readers: “Sometimes? You pull that shit every week.” Sorry, imaginary regular readers. You want me to be brief? Maybe you should’ve fought harder to keep me on Twitter like you do for ...
Ah, the best-laid plans of mice and untermenschen. This Jew is no happy concentration camper, as the Trump assassination attempt wrecked my summer of sleep. See, I hate summer. The weather, the bugs, the AC bills. So in June I hatched a plan: I’d go off the wagon, drink from July 1 through ...
My columns are written four days before you read them. I’m not an “on the spot” reporter; I don’t do breaking news. If the Hindenburg were on fire, I wouldn’t be the whiny faggot screaming, “Oh, the humanity!” I’d be the bespectacled dumbass submitting a long-form essay ...
Did I ever tell you about the time I found myself face down in a urine-soaked stairwell with a cop’s knee on my neck? It was 1991, and black L.A. was in its Boys n’ the Hood phase. Its last years before Three Strikes and gentrification would end black communities on the Westside and ...
