Archive - Red Clay Bestiary

The abdication of moral responsibility has been for me a far harder pill to swallow than the gullibility or unseriousness or even the festering hatred…

Jul 15

Drunk, Senile, and Out to Lunch

I’m not really any of those things, but due to a death in the fambly, last Tuesday’s RCB has been postponed until next Tuesday.

Jul 9

June 2025

A Hurricane of Horseshit

What a strange bubbling stew we live in; a welter of mysterious lumps and undisolved clots of unpleasant spice.

Jun 24

A Day Late and a Dollar Short

In which a delightful trip to Portland becomes a metaphor for the continuing failure of liberal governance.

Jun 10

May 2025

A Snowball Headed for Hell

In which I dump the junk drawer upon the kitchen floor

May 13

April 2025

Makes Beef Sing

What's better on ground culture than A1 Steak Sauce?

Apr 29

We don't have to live in a pit of filth.

Apr 15

If We Heard Mortar Shells

Hell, are we even worthy of the gift of music?

Apr 1

March 2025

The Howling Gluttony of the Blank Page

I know that every snowstorm starts with a single flake.

Mar 25

Forces in Motion: Part I

A rational framework for apprehending a colossal heap of orange shit

Mar 11

February 2025

Bleib ruhig, mein Sohn, bleib ruhig...

Completely forgot what day it was.

Feb 25

I Will Never Play the Dane

The joy and grief of "Withnail and I"

Feb 11

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