





Finding the humor in the collapse of Western civilization.
Reminders of my time in the military, particularly an overseas tour in England.










The Chiaroscuro Churros. The colors would be black and white, and the mascot would be Jaime the Angry Churro, a ten foot high tasty Mexican dessert with rage issues.

I’m far less intense in my belief, allowing more room for nuance. The biggest change is seeing the value in a dialectical competition of ideas that would benefit from all political parties being at their most competent and making their most sound arguments. Unfortunately, both political parties where I live are – each in its own way — complete and utter shit.
Quiet, simple, and in other ways not distracting.