LareDOS[redux] (https://laredosnews.com/category/columns/the-re-con/page/5/)
“How long before someone and then someone else steps over that line, crosses the gates and barriers, and strikes the fatal blows against the source of the stench skulking out of the east and drags it across the gutter and off into history?”
Where racism lives and thrives: no complex diagnosis required.
The star’s mangled banter, despotic, doth wail
It is choreographed violence and nothing less
The beginning of the Public Land Survey System in the U.S.
I stay for the kindnesses in the classroom, the solitude at home, and the consolation in the countryside.
I can’t stomach it — the butchered syntax, the prepubescent vocabulary, the oblique threats, the incessant self-congratulation, the bare-assed ignorance, the bald-faced lies.
Dad died last September. We weren’t close. Never had been. States and ages and resentments separated us. In the last twenty years we spoke twice.