Young kiddos pick up an undetonated bomb. Some die. The rest are permanently maimed.
Why is it that no one cares? I mean I know partisanship. And the war party will just say that’s why we have to stay and win. But there are 300,000,000 people in this society — where the hell are they?
The Other Side of the Slap
I spent a lot of time dealing with the victim of violence. That betrayal only a lover can express, the sinister switch from affection or at least the performance required to invent love, to twist into a tantrum of rage. The bruising and cuts, a secondary blistering to...






























