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Trump’s New Campaign Slogan Unveiled

The Taliban, a terrorist organization that wishes to rule Afghanistan as the nightmare version of the He-Man Woman-Haters Club, that supported the Al Qaeda attacks on the U.S. in 2001, and that has been at war with U.S. and Afghan forces since those attacks, has just killed several people, including Americans, with a car bomb, because that’s what they do when they are...

Limbo’s Greatest Hits: #1

We’ve made it to the top of our countdown (count-up?) at last. One year plus a few weeks in the making, this list of the most-read articles here in Limbo since August of 2018 has covered a lot of territory. From the contemplative to the agitated, and from the meaning of life to the meaninglessness of politics, there has been something on the...

You are part of the problem

The mayor of South Bend, Indiana, Pete Buttigieg, who is currently competing somewhere in the middle of the pack of lies that is the Democratic presidential nomination process, says that if you have used a plastic straw or eaten a hamburger, you are “part of the problem.” Specifically, a CNN bimbo who wears grown-up glasses for that “serious look” — the kind they...

Limbo’s Greatest Hits: #2

Well, we’ve made it all the way up to Number Two on our countdown of the ten most popular items here in Limbo over the past year (since August 1st, 2018, to be precise). As promised in the first installment, this collection of greatest hits, as defined by reader views, ranges from the completely philosophical to the timely and political, in no predictable...

Hypocritical Rhetoric on the “Right”

Walmart in the U.S. has decided to play the virtue signal game by vowing to stop selling certain guns and ammunition, and even asking that customers in states with laws permitting the open carrying of firearms cease carrying their guns openly at Walmart stores. In other words, they are choosing to treat everyone who owns a gun as guilty until proven innocent, although...

Bingo! Young Women, Crying!

In my immediate response to the latest local crime being puffed up into world news and earthshattering tragedy by America’s cheap-thrills-and-cheaper-politics “news media,” I noted the standard and ubiquitous imagery of “people suffering,” perfect optics for the sado-masochistic waning moments of a civilization. I also predicted that the initial photograph that was being displayed everywhere, featuring a middle-aged man with head bowed, would...

Limbo’s Greatest Hits: #3

Our age is obsessed with pleasure. And pleasure, in our materialist late modernity, has been defined down to its emptiest core: the active rejection and anxious avoidance of pain, every kind of pain, from the most superficial discomfort with one’s immediate situation (consider our fixation on the evils of “stress”) to the relativization and diminution of all purposes and relationships. God forbid, after...

Random Reflections: Drinkers, Rapists, Potty Mouths

Trump’s personal assistant, a twenty-eight-year-old party girl — Reince Priebus’s party, that is — went out drinking with reporters, and lo and behold, she got a little drunk, whereupon she bragged and blabbed to said reporters about personal matters related to the Trump family. For this indiscretion, which she claims, pathetically, was supposed to be “off the record,” she has been dismissed from...

More Sad People! Hooray for Mass Shootings!

Here we go again. Don’t waste my time, please, reacting with discomfort, outrage, or even skepticism to the wording or tone of this post’s title. Below, for your delectation, is the featured item on today’s Yahoo News homepage, in the hours immediately following the latest mass shooting in Texas. Oh, and in case you like to check alternative sources, here’s the lead story...

Limbo’s Greatest Hits: #4

2019 has been a peculiarly difficult year for me in some ways. Most if not all of the trouble stems from an innocent moment of carelessness back in January. Specifically, on January 23rd, walking home from my office, I casually stepped out to cross the street at a busy corner — an intersection I cross every single day — and somehow my right...