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By Martin H. Levinson When I entered the Woke Street Café—a hip new restaurant that caters to the woke, those wanting to be woke, and individuals curious about the idea of “wokeness”—I tried to check my privilege at the door but was told unless I agre... More »
Danny had been randomly selected for incarceration duty by the Parity Algorithm. Of the men selected, a majority had at least one parent of Asian descent. More »
“I have already done recovering alcoholic therapy, drug quitters’ therapy, and broken family therapy, but I think more people suffer from corruption,” the younger one replied. More »
By Stephen J. Lyons I found the following untitled poem while picking up trash in the city park near the picnic pavilion: “Our booze who art in mugs Hallowed be thy brew Our liquor come, we will be drunk In bars as it is in basements Give us this day our... More »
By Jessie Seigel It was eleven o’clock at night. I was sitting alone in the one-room office of the Podunk Herald. This newspaper’s one newshound (myself) had just finished yet another article on a recent rash of bank robberies in our fair burgh, and I was ... More »
“Ladies and gentlemen, they and them and y’all, wives and wives, husbands and wives, husbands and husbands, significant others; I’m glad you, them, their, y’alls could be here this evening.” Inwardly, he breathed a sigh of relief. No one had called h... More »
Snow is falling, but I am not in a white world. At the Anchorage airport, broad-faced natives move through the lobby with the weary look of the world’s indigenous; Pacific-rim Asians with deal-making cell phones dial home; and an Afr... More »
I pour myself a mug of hot steaming Victory Coffee, light up a Victory Cigarette and daydream about getting off work here at the Ministry of Truth . . . home to my apartment in Victory Mansions and a glass of Victory Gin. The apartment, I should mention, is a ... More »
Roger chugged up to the woodsy landing in a metal rowboat with a spluttering outboard motor. He wore a slouch hat, torn shirt, baggy trousers and moccasins without socks. His mouth hung open to exaggerate his surprise and welcome. He beamed at me with hi... More »
The second bomb scare this week for New Truth Media means the editorial staff is being redirected to the coffee shop two blocks over. Brad McCauliffe, lead writer and videographer, shoves his way through a line of protesters, knocking over a sign that reads ... More »
In cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked ’twixt son and father. —King Lear Mein lieber Sohn, I just found your ranting “Letter to His Father” hidden in your mother’s drawer. Too bad you didn’t have the... More »
BARISTA: How can I help you, person? Would you like to try our new, vegan, GMO-free, gluten-free, calorie-free, free-range, flavor-free latte? It’s great. And NOT free, though I can’t tell you how many customers get confused about that. Seriously, I’m so... More »