One of the good ones.

Nixon was right.

Maharishi-like insight into the female orgasm.

We love bears.

Yes, it was a glorious summer those many years ago, and for a time, it appeared that the good guys might in fact win.

There are thousands of bumbling, mouth-breathing cretins who drag their clubbed feet to the polls every election expecting miracles.

The mating rituals and endless alcohol intake of assorted
twenty-nothings.

An overrated, meandering, utterly dull examination of Cajun crackers…

The cliche that this story wouldn’t be believable as fiction doesn’t come close to conveying what this man went through