The red clay of the Appalachian slope does not remember the names of the men who clawed at its belly, but it remembers the weight of their hunger; it is a soil that has swallowed the black dust of the mines and the white bones of the dispossessed, yet now it is asked to host a new kind of ghost, a foreign specter born of the veldt and the kopje.


















Decades after his most potent works were written, the words of Gil Scott-Heron feel less like historical artifacts and more like dispatches from a future he had already foreseen. The “Winter in America” he sang about in 1974—a season of political disillusionment, racial tension, and national malaise—has returned with a vengeance, manifesting in the polarized and profoundly disquieting landscape of the present day. To read his poetry and listen to his music in 2025 is to confront a sobering reality: the struggles he chronicled have not been overcome, but rather have morphed and intensified, finding a chilling new echo in the political climate of the second Trump presidency. 

































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President-Elect Trump Remember That Chlorine Thing? You Don’t Want To Get Caught Up In That Shit Again With Fluorine. 






Kamala Harris’s New Media Model Enables Her Campaign To Schedule Her Events And Stream Them Live On A Layer Of TCP/IP. The Main Stream Media Is Pissed Because They Can’t Schedule Sit Downs And Town Halls Which Generate Add Revenue. 



























