Author: K. L. Homme
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Waypoint 3.2 — The Loudest Belch: Reagan’s Revolution & The Birth of Outrage Media
from Chapter 3, The Blasted Heath “Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.” — Anonymous, often misattributed to Plato “I don’t need scientific proof — because the people promoting global warming are frauds.” — Rush Limbaugh In 1778, far from home, shivering and doubtful of their…
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Field Note 3.1 (a): The Blasted Stage —Kierkegaard’s Clown, Newsom’s Warning, and Trump’s Burning Theatre
We cannot lean on prophecy or conspiracy. We have only history and inference when we measure the depth of Trump’s “vaulting ambition” — and the lengths he’ll go to cheat death, beat the law, rig the system, and make himself immortal. Kierkegaard saw it clearly: “Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be…
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Field Note 3¾ — The Rainbow Connection: Don’t Believe Everything You Think
We’re steeped in phrases, slogans, narratives, and interpretations — authored by others, many of whom have anything but our best interests at heart, and are all too ready to turn us into croaking frogs, gig us clean, and fry up our meaty legs.
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Field Note 1.R: The Coup Clux Clown Rides Again
You see, I was in Russia the night Putin took power. It was New Year’s Eve, 1999, when Yeltsin resigned and appointed the former KGB agent as Acting President of the Russian Federation. Putin’s campaign against the free press began almost immediately.
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Waypoint 2.4: The Soul, The Strongman, and The Second Sex
Venus was more than that — she was an institution. An aging one, whose will was carved, it seems, in stone tablets. And like all aging institutions that feel their power waning, she longed to reclaim old glory — to make herself great again.
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Waypoint 2.3: The Birth of Pleasure
“Who are you?” she asks. With an infinitely tender voice, the stranger replies: “That, I can never say. Nor do you need to know who I am — if you love me.” Night after night, he returns to this room — to her. And night after night, they make love in the moonless dark. Invariably,…
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Field Note 2.2: Of ICE and Men
In this Field Note, I follow the ghostly echoes of California’s past — from Miwok and Chumash place names to masked raids by modern ICE agents. In a land shaped by snowmelt and migration, we ask: What happens when old names remain, but new dispossessions unfold? The rivers carry more than water. They carry tears.
No Shortcuts to Now 