Conservatism is dead.
(Phony Burkeanmania has bitten the dust!)
It has been co-opted and hollowed out by the racists, misogynists, the anti-live-and-let livers, by sociopathic wealth, tech futurism and the congenitally corrupt. Continue reading
We’re sitting quietly, Cecil and I, our breakfast long since finished. The usual, give or take, leaning more standard fare today, I’d say. Eggs, bacon, the home fries, toast, whole wheat in a vain nod to our health. 
No exotic venturing this morning, bowls and such. No sides of guacamole. Continue reading
(We here at All Fried Up in the Big Smoke are doing our damnedest to adhere to a very strict American boycott policy. Since we don’t pay anyone for contributing to this site, technically speaking, we’re not purchasing a U.S. product with today’s post. And besides, our Los Angeles correspondent, Ned Teitelbaum, is one of the good ones. With the subject matter being public transit, a favourite topic of ours, look at it as endeavouring to build a bridge between two beefing allies, no tolls applied.)
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Charles Mingus gave free concerts on the Red Car. Reyner Banham missed it. Continue reading