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A plausible explanation as to why Falwell endorsed Donald Trump… and it involves sexy photos, blackmail and Michael Cohen

By Mark | May 7, 2019

Just before the Iowa caucus, on January 26, 2016, evangelical leader Jerry Falwell Jr. made a surprise presidential endorsement. “I am proud to offer my endorsement of Donald J. Trump for President of the United States,” Falwell was quoted as saying in a statement put out by the Trump campaign. “He is a successful executive […]

Posted in Politics, Religious Extremism, Uncategorized | Also tagged 2016, blackmail, Donald Trump, evangelical, extortion, hypocrisy watch, Iowa caucus, It Happened One Night, Jerry Falwell Jr., Miami, Michael Cohen, political endorsements, pool boy, Tom Arnold | 40 Comments

The Untold History of Zines…. Scott Huffines and Sarah Boonstoppel of Atomic Books

By Mark | February 3, 2014

In an attempt to better document the American underground press, or at least the sharp, tiny sliver of it that worked its way through the protective layer of gristle surrounding my heart 20-some years ago, I’ve given myself the task of reaching out to all of the zine folks that I knew during the golden […]

Posted in Crimewave USA, Special Projects, Uncategorized | Also tagged 1992, Aaron Cometbus, Adult Baby, Adult Swim, Al Hoff, Alberto Vargas, alt.zines, American Dime Museum, American Visionary Arts Museum, Amok, Amok Fourth Dispatch, Anarchist Cookbook, Andre Braugher, Answer Me, Apology Hotline, armed robbery, Atomic Books, Atomic TV, automatic stay, Avalon, bachelors, Baltimore, Baltimore Babylon, Baltimore City Paper, baltimoreorless.com, Baltimoron, bankruptcy, BDSM, Beer Frame, being robbed, Ben Is Dead, Bengies Drive-In, Benn Ray, Berserk, Besmirched, Black Friday, Blues Brothers, Bob Kathman, bubbles, Bunnyhop, cable access, Camille Paglia, capes, carbon monoxide poisoning, Carl Bennett, Carrot Top, catalogs, Cecil B. Demented, Charles Burns, Chick tracts, Church of the SubGenius, Club Charles, Cometbus, comics, commercials, community access, Coppin State University, crabs, Crank, creepy smut, crime, criminology, Crispin Glover, crossing the line, Dana Plato, Dana Plato’s Last Breath, Danny Elfman, David Greenberger, Death, Dennis Worden, Desert Moon, Devo, Dishwasher, Dishwasher Pete, Divine, dog shit, Donald Goines, Dr. Ron Israel, drunks, Duplex Planet, Durk Pearson, East Village Inky, Edith Massey, Edith Massey's teeth, Eightball, Ellen Forney, Elmer’s Glue, Elvis, erotica, escape pods, Essex, extra long interviews, extras, Factsheet Five, follow your dreams and go bankrupt, food service, Freaks, freakshows, Friendly’s, Fudge Palace, gay, Genetic Disorder, Gerald V. Casale, Giant Robots, Grape Ape, Gretchen Worden, Guinea Pig Zero, Hair To Stay, Happyland, Harry Reems, hate, heavy metal, High Weirdness by Mail, hillbillies, hippies, hipsters, Hitch, homicide, I was a Teenage Dominatrix, Iceberg Slim, Illinois Nazis, In the City of Bikes, independent bookstores, independent retail, indy retail, Infiltration, internet pioneers, IRS, Jack Hyatt, Jad Fair, James Taylor, Jayne Mansfield, Jeff Koons, Jeffrey Pratt Gordon, jerking off, Jim Goad, Jim Rose, jizz, Joby Palczynski, Joe Coleman, Joe Matt’s Peepshow, John Waters, Johnny Eck, Johns Hopkins, Kathleen Kotcher, Ken Smith, Keri Pentauk, Kill Zinesters, Laibach, Larry Farber, Linda Blair, Lionel Hutz, Literary Finds for Mutated Minds, longest interviews known to man, Loompanics, LSD, Lydia Lunch, Lysol, mail fraud, mail order, Martha Plimpton, Maryland, masturbation, Mental Hygiene, mental patients, messy food in panties, Michael Hunt Publishing, Miracleman, Mobtown Shank, mock masturbation, Monkey Food, Mount Royal Tavern, moving back in with your parents, Mr. Apology, multi-level marketing, murder, Murder Can Be Fun, Mutter Museum, Mystery Date, Nazis, Negative Capability, Neil Gaiman, New York Times, Ninjalicious, nudist magazines, Ocean City, parenting, Pat Moran, Pathetic Life, Pecker, Penile Knievel, Penn Jillette, Pete Jordan, Peter Bagge, pies, Pink Flamingos, Pirates of Essex, Play-doh, porn, Princess Mononoke, pussy magnets, Rachel Whang, Ralph Coon, Redneck Manifesto, Reptilian Records, Rollerderby, Sandman, Sandy Shaw, Sarah Boonstoppel, SASE, Scott Huffines, self-publishing, Shawna Kenney, Shocked and Amazed!, sitting on pies, sleaze, smudge, smut, Spanked Husbands Satisfied Wives, Species 2, Splosh!, spree killers, Steely Dan, Steve Blickenstaff, stevedores, Stickboy, strippers, submissives, Superjail, Taylor Mead, tea-bagging, The Atlantis, The Dark Knight Returns, The Last Prom, The Pain When Will It End, The Simpsons, The Untold History of Zines, The Wire, Thrift Score, Tim Krieder, Tom Warner, training bra, true crime, Underdog Lady, underground comics, underground press, vampires, Watchmen, weird stuff, weirdos, WhAP!, Zamora the Torture King, zines | 25 Comments

City Manager Ralph Lange indicates that Ypsilanti is moving toward a hybrid police/fire scheme in which public safety officers will be expected to fight fires, save lives, pursue suspects and dispense lethal force

By Mark | March 11, 2013

It would seem that Ralph Lange, our new city manager, has made up his mind that we should merge Ypsilanti’s Police and Fire departments in hopes of further delaying landfall of the category-five fiscal storm gathering on the horizon. He’s admittedly in a tough spot, and I’m sympathetic. He’s trying to radically cut spending, in […]

Posted in Uncategorized, Ypsilanti | Also tagged Brian Robb, city income tax, city services, class warfare, consolidation of services, Emergency Financial Manager, Emergency Manager, hypocrisy, Karen Maurer, local income tax, mutual aid, PSO, public safety, public safety officer, Ralph Lange, redistribution of wealth, Rick Snyder, Steve Pierce, Stop City Income Tax, taxes, the concentration of wealth, threats to the middle class, Water Street, wealth inequality, Ypsilanti Fire Department, Ypsilanti police department | 45 Comments

Reflecting on Pure Michigan

By Mark | January 13, 2013

It’s pretty rare in the world of blogging that you can actually land a punch, and rarer still that the punch you land will leave a mark. You flail away for hours a day, tiling at windmills, and writing your heart out, but, for whatever reason, things rarely break through. You have little victories. You […]