11 September 2013
Kingdom of Beer
The towers are gone now, reduced to bloody rubble, along with all hopes for Peace In Our Time, in the United States or any other country. Make no mistake about it: We are At War now - with somebody - and we will stay At War with that mysterious enemy for the rest of our lives. - Hunter S. Thompson
Twelve years ago I woke up, hungover as Harold Snepts, like usual, and made my way to the kitchen radio like I do first thing every day. I love radio. It is the media that best suits imaginative motherfuckers like me. I was expecting to hear one voice but it was a different one talking, a voice more experienced than most in international, especially Middle Eastern, affairs. I knew right away Al Qaeda, whom I had been paying attention to for a while, had attacked America, as promised, and had made a damn fine show of it. And still we live, as Thompson knew we would, in the Kingdom of Fear the Muslim Loons constructed for us that day.
We gotta get out of this place - if it is the last motherfucking thing we ever do.