Pitch, “Loving portraits of casa niggas in El Paso, Philly, Da Lat, Belgrade, Phnom Penh, Bangkok and Vung Tau. An obscured king, Hàm Nghi, is also sketched. Key questions are asked. Overwhelmed by bullshit and increasingly broke, we must still wonder how will Uncle Sam go out? Will he nuke the chessboard or just soil his pants, then keel over? We muse about the abolition of death.”
Earthbound Friendly Loungers Philly’s Last Working Class White Bastion Di Nic’s in Deep South Philly America's Last Wet Market Đà Lạt Belgraders Honored, Anchored Meanings Pissed On? Televised Apocalypse, But First, a Word from Our Sponsor Krong Bavet Once More Bangkok Rambling Lori Lightfoot for President! Impulsive Crimes, Petty Crooks, Master Thieves and Society Wreckers Sinking, Sunk, Adrift Jewish Music for the End No Love for Losers Hard Folks Still Sweet Checking in with Robert Jefferson in Kamakura, Japan Sex Education for the Sexless Image Suckers! Mayhem So Blasé Satanic Vision New World Reordering All That Bobble Is Reality Dead? Lebensraum Nicht Liebesträume Rednecks, Bogans, Chú Mười and Zef Your Mexican Future Spotting Demons, Idiots and Psychopaths Oriental Kings Transhumanists Banish Death!
Four of 11 black and white photos in book:
[Philadelphia, 3/22/15]
[Mexico City, 6/7/17]
[Zemun, Serbia on 9/13/20]
[Vung Tau, 3/14/24]
Bill Clinton former el presidente, played the sax. Now Jeffery Sachs, economist and former establishment, elite insider and looter of Russia after the Soviet Union collapsed in 1991 has had a "change of heart" and is confessing his sins to the likes of that other repentant, Tucker Carlson.
Keep your hands on your wallets, folks. When these guys go into the confessional and explicate to expunge their sins, something is up. And it ain't good for you. And it ain't good for me. As George Carlin once said: "It's a big club; and you and me, we ain't in the big club..."
The name of the book alone is brilliant. Who would think to combine Spanish with American black slang, with old Norse?