FYI
it would have been virtually impossible to get a book deal for The Anarchist Handbook
thats how fucked publishing is
Message to all. Good communication in business (and life) is worth its weight in gold. The contractor I'm doing work for right now, is severely lacking in it and it's a problem.
I said goodbye to an old friend today: my trusty 2009 F150, my pride and joy for many years. It was the first new vehicle I ever bought, and carried me on countless adventures all over the western US. Gone before its time: hit by a drunk Bay Area feminist a while back, then by an illegal immigrant a few months ago. I loved that truck more than I love most actual people. Farewell, old friend.
It’s not lost on me the irony of a country boy’s beloved pickup truck being taken from him by a San Francisco liberal female and an illegal immigrant.
