Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
In the year 2050, in the glorious gray sprawl of the United Socialist States of America, meat was illegal, cows were extinct (except for the one in the Smithsonian), and the only thing anyone had ever eaten was Bugpaste™
Rocks. In. My. Garden. Those demon-possessed geological freeloaders are multiplying faster than a college feminist studies major’s pronouns.
Well, folks, it finally happened. Some mad scientist in his garage just cracked the code, and now lightsabers are real. You heard that right—Jedi-level plasma blades, humming and slicing through anything in their path, are now a reality.
The Idiot, The Atlas, and The Algorithm, A Three-Part Satirical Series on the Glorious Decline of American Civilization;
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The Idiot, The Atlas, and The Algorithm is a A Three-Part Satirical Series on the Glorious Decline of American Civilization, Today: Part 1: The Decline and Fall of the United States of Influencers
I get a lot of comments about grammar. And after having studied the subject for years—mainly by reading thousands of critically acclaimed cereal boxes—I’ve decided to answer questions from readers who inquire about various errors in my work.
In what may be the boldest immigration policy in U.S. history, former President Donald J. Trump has just signed Executive Order 1776, ordering the mass deportation of illegal immigrants to Australia—a plan he claims is “just a little historical throwback to the good old days of the British Empire.”
The United States has a moral obligation to liberate Greenland from the icy grip of despair. Sure, the 56,000 Greenlanders don’t seem to be asking for help, but what do they know?
Rodents are our mortal enemies. With their beady little eyes, twitching noses, and unsettling talent for finding the smallest of food crumbs, they are a threat to humanity’s rightful dominion over the kitchen
Once upon a time in the not-so-distant land of Twitterville, there lived a man named Donald Trump, known far and wide for his remarkable aim with… well, his phone. But this story isn’t about tweets.
Big Albert Constantine Jr, returns to skewer the politicos of the Windy City with his rapier wit.
We laughed until we bawled as Matt’s assistant wheeled his “Uncle Frank” into the “Do The Work” Workshop and placed him in front of the attendees, apparently all white, who had paid money to be told how horrible white people are. Matt told the class that his uncle, 20 years ago, had told a “racist” joke …
In a world plagued by environmental crises, a secretive group known as the Guardians of Gaia has emerged, dedicated to protecting the planet at all costs.
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds
Having trouble surviving these times? You’re not alone. Join us in columnist John F. Di Leo’s exploration of an alternate universe, where we imagine the impossible
In a stroke of what some might call “pure genius” and others might label “absolute absurdity,” the state of Michigan has devised a novel solution to its budget woes.
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Ah, the rose. Shakespeare told us long ago that “a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” But in today’s society, it’s not the scent of the rose we’re worried about—it’s the name.
Political Satire: Having trouble surviving these times? You’re not alone. Join us in columnist John F. Di Leo’s exploration of an alternate universe, where we imagine the impossible: Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the …