Fall approaches. The novel scurries into corners, a rat-like beastie, and you attempt to slip the leash back on. You know this book will kill you in these next months, where the light fades and days shorten into stunted, despairing winter.

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The Day the Tanks Rolled In By The Editors

It was August 21, 1968. The place was Prague. It was the day the tanks rolled in.
Holy Shit! Dick Cheney Was Actually Once Right about Iraq By The Editors

It turns out that Darth Vader (R-Empire) once foresaw doom on and around the orbit of the forest moon Endor. Of course, we all know the bloated albino corpse that inhabited that obsidian shell was none other than humanity's own Dick Cheney. It turns out that ol' Dick remained fated to relapse into the very same mistake that doomed him in a galaxy far, far away. If only Dick would've listened to himself back in 1994 where he calmly explains why invading Iraq would lead to endless cycle of ungovernable sectarian division. Well done, Dick. 
People Along the Path By Jeff Suwak

I didn’t know much of anything about the Appalachian Trail when I decided to hike it. This was the late ’90s and I was vagabonding around the United States, so information wasn’t nearly as accessible as it is today. Someone had mentioned the Trail, it sounded like what I was looking for, so I did it. At twenty years old, my primary aim in life was to experience the sort of transcendent experiences that Jack Kerouac, Walt Whitman, and Thomas Wolfe wrote about. I was a writer, and I wanted to be a Writer, and the first step, far as I could see it, was to see things worth writing about, whatever the hell that meant. I wanted starry mountaintops, unnamed lakes, and green eyed vagabond girls. I wanted wildness and freedom and spiritual air. So it was that I hitched a ride with a trucker and headed to Amicalola Falls, Georgia to begin my journey. I never did find any of the things I was looking for.
Tuesday Throwback: Shave 'Em Dry By Christian Fennell

Now, tell me this; who hasn’t heard their parents or grandparents comment about ‘kids today and their damn filthy music’? Right. The next time it happens, look them in the eye and say, “Gandma, tell me a little bit about Lucille Bogan.” And if that name doesn’t ring a bell, try Lucille Jackson. Yes, she had to change her name at one point, but those were different times, weren’t they? Or were they?
Orwell Reviews Mein Kampf By The Editors

This is what it looks like when Orwell reviews the real life Big Brother. 
Freedom in a Different Guise By Skye Makaris

Is it right to demand survival from a person who is ready to lay down arms at last? 

Those who battle more physical, more immediate demons are often lauded for their decision to go in peace. We offer hospice services to the man whose cancer has spread from blood to lungs to brain. We cease his radiation and allow him to disintegrate on his own terms. We let the nonagenarian sign a DNR when her ribs grow too fragile to withstand resuscitation. The mentally ill suffer just as exhaustively, just as overwhelmingly, but they—we—are not given these options. We're told to keep fighting, because to succumb to the demons in our heads would be not a welcomed ceasefire but a moral failing.

Bondage and Me By Teri Cross Chetwood

In a sane, mature way of dating you meet someone, discover you like each other, date a bit, and then ask if they want to put on gorilla costumes and smear mayonnaise on each other. In the internet age, you find similar freaks and then figure out if you like them.
U.S. 101 By Daniel Perry

We’re already half an hour late due to traffic, and the driver’s wife has already called, setting off a cheery digitized song. He’s not the only one on cell, not by a long shot—nearly everyone on the bus has earphones, or a movie on a tablet, and faintly there’s some music trickling all the way to the back row of five seats, where I’m in the middle one, scribbling in a notebook. Minutes ago even I was staring at my phone, cursing the stone-age Blackberry I refuse to upgrade but thankful for the bus’s wi-fi. I mean, Robin Williams died yesterday and now so has Lauren Bacall.
Tomorrow, They'll Call It Something Else By Vishwas R. Gaitonde

Street names are not merely a geographical aid. They also reflect modern culture and preoccupations. We long for immortality, and we struggle to ensure that the things dearest to us are made eternal through any means, including street names. We are so caught up in this exercise, ignoring the blind spot: that immortality is a mirage in a constantly changing world.
Carson McCullers Is on a Boat By The Editors

The great and immortal Carson McCullers in a rare interview . . . on a boat. We just marvel that she'd ever leave the mainland with its ample supply of whiskey. 
How Muslims should Treat Christians According to the Prophet Muhammad By The Editors

For all the ill ways that Islam and religion are used, we often forget that these people are the worst of their respective belief systems. Millions more are peaceful people who wish no more than to pray to their God and for others to do the same. Here, then, is proof of how the Prophet Muhammad wished Muslims to treat Christians. 
Hot Property: Selling Real Estate in Gaza By The Editors

It turns out that the Gaza real estate market is like any other: It's the location that matters. But in Gaza those properties with the highest price tag don't necessarily go to the most alluring beachfront property. No, the best location here means living where the bombs are least likely to fall. What's more? Business is booming. Not literally. Well, sometimes. 
The Moral Basis for Make-Believe: Israel, Zionism and the Life of a Myth By Colin Kalmbacher

Opening note: Israeli politicians frequently—and inaccurately—conflate Jews with the State of Israel and Zionism with Judaism. Such a reductive vision of Judaism is not only cynical and misleading, it is an intentional tactic intended to stifle debate and inoculate Israel against any form of criticism whatsoever. Dismissing criticism of Israel as anti-Semitic is a tired canard. Israel is not Judaism. Zionism is not Judaism. Massacring and ethnically cleansing Palestinians is not Judaism. Turning the entire Jewish experience into the Israeli colonial experience is, rather, a sophisticated version of stereotyping that may properly be considered anti-Semitic itself. This piece takes aim at Zionism and Israel.
Tuesday Throwback: Sketches of del Toro By The Editors

The act of creation begins with the smallest of things. A scribble on a cocktail napkin. A cigarette right when the sun is setting. The slinking hips of a passing stranger. It is how we marshal these forces that allow the manifestation of the arts; that is why the manner in which an artist creates is as fascinating as the artist itself. The process gives us insight into how to weave luminescent artistic fiber from seemingly thin air—or was it that cigarette you had at that oh so right time of the day? One such artist is the visually stunning auteur Guillermo del Toro and his process begins with the simplest of blank pages.
DIY Abortion and Dirty Dancing By Megan Lewis

In 2014, thanks to the internet, you can now learn how to make your own IUD with materials purchased at Hobby Lobby, perform your own abortion, have Patrick Swayze teach you how to dance, and get a quick lesson in social responsibility from Ayn Rand.
Sixty Words Per Minute By Glyn Rebl

They don’t care if you hold a BA or a PhD or whatever bullshit piece of paper—your higher education means nothing here. All that they care about is whether or not you can type sixty words per minute. Charles Manson could strut in there after paying his debt to society, and so long as the bastard could type sixty words per minute, he’d be in.
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