I shot up like a malfunctioning vibrator had detonated in my rectum—pure, uncut panic sending me into orbit. Late again. Christ, my brain felt like a damp sponge in a urinal. I yanked the blanket over the flamingo like a fevered mortician, tucking it in tight—too tight—like a man who’d Continue Reading
Roland Chronicle
Watching Flamingo
I stumbled through the front door, still rattled from whatever ungodly odyssey I had just endured. My skull felt hollowed out, like someone had taken an ice cream scoop to my frontal lobe and replaced it with static. The night had been long, too long, and I had no memory Continue Reading
Ugly Truths and Cheap Lies
Ah, yes. The goddamn television. Flickering, screaming, spewing out bile like a coked-up demon in a polyester suit. And here I am, barely holding onto reality, half a bottle of Wild Turkey down, nostrils raw and burning like the devil’s own furnace. The screen flickers. Two women. Talking heads on Continue Reading
Whiskey & Wires
The Capitol was a meat grinder, a soulless machine that swallowed men whole and spat out whatever was left in the shape of a press release. I was drunk—dangerously drunk—on whiskey, bad Eastern European speed, and what I hoped was mescaline but might’ve been rat poison from a back alley Continue Reading
Hangover in the Briefing Room
The fluorescent lights in the press briefing room are knives in my skull. My stomach is a rotting fruit pit, twisted and acidic, trying to claw its way out through my throat. I grip the edge of my seat and force my focus forward.Caroline is up there, gliding through the Continue Reading
THE GOLDEN AGE AND THE END OF ME
I am trapped inside my own skull. Everything is too loud. The walls are too bright. My heart is too fast. Trump is speaking, and I am locked in my chair, staring at the podium like a man about to be executed. “Six weeks ago, I stood beneath the Dome Continue Reading
The Great American Grease Fire
Trump took the podium like a bloated circus barker, riding high on the fumes of his own bombast, delivering a 100-minute ramble that stretched the limits of human endurance. A record-breaker, they said—the longest presidential address in history. By the end, the walls seemed to sag, and the audience had Continue Reading
THE GREAT AMERICAN FUCK JOB
The fix was in long before the first goddamn Marine set foot in Da Nang. By the time President Lyndon B. Johnson put his greasy Texan signature on America’s full-scale Vietnam intervention in 1964, the whole goddamn game had already been played. A two-decade-long con job, carefully rigged by a Continue Reading
Zelensky’s Doomed Gamble in the Russian Meat Grinder
The fuse has been sizzling quietly, unnoticed by most of the world—but now, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky’s brazen, reckless plunge into Russia’s Kursk region is about to explode spectacularly in his own face, showering flaming wreckage across the geopolitical landscape. Thousands of his soldiers—poor bastards—are suddenly teetering on the edge Continue Reading
The System is Losing
The machine is breaking down. The great, grinding, oil-spitting monster of control—media, politics, bureaucracy—is seizing up, choking on its own exhaust. Trump is moving too fast, faster than the headlines, faster than the suits in Washington, faster than the polished Ivy League operators who spent their whole lives learning how Continue Reading