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. Continue reading
Category Archives: Life Styles
Purdy, Curry, and the Comeback
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Sports kinetics is the study of how forces and motion affect the human body during athletic activity. For a quarterback, every ounce of power in a throw originates from the ground, traveling up the kinetic chain. A “turf toe” injury—a sprain of the big toe joint—is a seemingly small issue that can catastrophically disrupt this chain, crippling a player’s ability to push off and deliver a pass. It’s a vivid example of how a minor physical flaw can create a major athletic crisis. Continue reading
The Power Of Pussy!
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UFC July 4th Drib And Drab No Rhythm Marketeing
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Anything Less Is Real Bitch Made.
Trump’s mass deportation is backfiring
Redemption Songs For The Folk Of Gaza.
“Old pirates, yes, they rob I; Sold I to the merchant ships, Minutes after they took IFrom the bottomless pit. But my hand was made strong By the hand of the all mighty. We forward in generationTriumphantly.Won’t you help me sing
these songs of freedom Are all I ever have:Redemption songs Redemption songs Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy,’Cause none of them can stop the time How long shall they kill our prophets, While we stand aside and look Oh! Lyrics: Bob Marley Unedited
This Is Not The Day The Music Died.
“Like the pine trees lining the winding road I’ve got a name I’ve got a name Like the singing bird and the croaking toad I’ve got a name I’ve got a name And I carry it with me like my daddy did But I’m living the dream that he kept hid Moving me down the highway Rolling me down the highway Moving ahead so life won’t pass me by Like the North wind whistling down the sky I’ve got a song I’ve got a song Like the whip-poor-will and the babies cryingI’ve got a song I’ve got a song And I Continue reading
Cash Patel Stop Snitching On Yourselves.
Announcing Investigations Gives Judges A Reason To Dismiss Cases. Stop Snitching On Yourselves.
Two Of A Kind
Sackler Red State Fent Fiends Invade San Francisco.
