Nadaam, Nietzsche, New World Order

I escaped Siberia, a spoiled wilderness enslaved by a desperate and defeated people.  There must be scenic solitude somewhere on this earth, sought refuge in Mongolia, no dice.  Ulaan Bataar is a bustling shit town, dirtier than it appears.  The Mongolians, I call them Mongoloids simply because I’m an irreverent fuck, seem a friendly and proud people.  They are living through the slow rape of the last of their legacy.  These are not a large... Read More

The Death of Democracy

It all started with a camel. Myself and a couple buddies sitting around bored at work start shooting the shit, one thing leads to another and before anyone knew it we were all balls deep in a probing socio-political discourse. It was one of those rare conversations where you go all the way down the rabbit hole and come out the other end affected by simply the act of discussion with other non-zombies. These types of conversations are the bitter... Read More