The 11th of November, specifically at 11AM is a sacred time that has taken on a religious observance among the victorious of World War One. A time to officially remember those who died in that war and the many others since, often with the observation of silence for a minute of more. It is when a nation is supposed to fall silent, stand still and dip it’s head for those who died in the service of King, President, Empire Or Government. It is to remember the millions who died in war that ended ancient dynasties and gave rise to new ones, a war that was supposed to be so terrible that it should...

Donald Trump did it, he is the most famous person in the world. His ambitions have been realised. He won and to him that is all that matters. He also just happens to be the next US president, again. Harris was never going to win, she was terrible. She had been the VP under another terrible person, Biden. The election was more about them not winning and the Neocons being denied direct power again than it was about Trump, himself. He just happened to not be another politician. But Donald Trump, the celebrity tycoon who has been famous for over forty years. Remember how last time he became...

She could be anywhere from sixteen to her early twenties, a strewn mess of hair rests tangled above and over her face. A regular at the Seaford Shopping Centre, she watches families walk by, smiling at children and when no one is nearby she talks to herself. In the winter her bare feet purple from the cold and as summer approaches her skin showing bruises, cuts and debris that clings to her youth. Pacman, the man mountain who works security tells me that she is nice, keeps to herself and the mall management and local shop owners don’t mind her being inside. Though it’s not the weather that...

Halloween is upon us again and it happens to be before the next Most important election in history. The sacred ritual of the democracy ghouls, when the imperial citizens of the United States vote for their executive, though other candidates exist it is relegated to two lesser evils, depending on your perspectives. Around Halloween people love evil things but during the election season, evil is a thing of romantic lusts. Far away in the miserable wastes of war shivers a family, one in too many, hungry and frightened each night and day as death lurks nearby they hope for a reprieve. Killers in...