After the U.S. Election of a Semi-Fascist

by Wayne Price

After the U.S. Election of a Semi-Fascist: A Few Thoughts by an Anarchist

Since the November 2024 national election there has been a mountain of reevaluations, recriminations, reconsiderations, and desperations—by liberals and radicals. Some blame popular racism and sexism for the defeat of a Black woman candidate. Others note that a racist nativism led to an hysterical fear of Mexican and other immigrants. This was a fear which the Republicans played up but which the Democrats also played to. The arrogance and elitism of the Democrats has been referred to. Others focus on the economic suffering of working class people, their stalled wages, the effects of inflation, the housing shortage, and so on. All of these were undoubted factors—especially the economic problems of working people, which Harris did not really address, Yet these, and similar influences, seem to leave something out. How could a person such as Donald Trump win a majority of the population—a slight (1.6%) majority, but consistently in most “demographics?” Were the price of eggs that high?

The Joy of Alex Comfort: A Review of Eric Laursen’s Polymath

by Wayne Price

Original title: The Joy of Alex Comfort: A Review of Eric Laursen’s Polymath; the Life and Professions of Dr. Alex Comfort Author of The Joy of Sex.

Alex Comfort (1920—2000) is best remembered as the author of the bestselling The Joy of Sex. Not as many recall him as an anarchist and pacifist, who was also a significant poet and novelist, a medical doctor, an authority on mollusks, a founding figure in gerontology (the study of aging) as well as sexology, and a writer on humanistic views of religion.

A hundred queer anarchist criminals turned a golf course into a public sex forest

source: bbnews.noblogs.org (https://bbnews.noblogs.org/post/2023/09/20/a-hundred-queer-anarchist-cr…)

Blue flashing lights pass by, oblivious to our collective trespass. A hole in the fence, hotties passing through, passing into each other. A new world cums into being, a rupture on the leisure pastures of the rich. Cruising utopia, at least for a night. Queers writhing over each other, defiling one another. Sweet melodies accompany soft caresses, the sound of piss gurgling beside a couple kissing. Determined fuckers splayed out on tarps. The line between criminality and sensuality? Sorry she's not in tonight.

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