As kids growing up in a town outside a city we moved like packs of wild dogs sniffing around for something to do, some trouble to get ourselves into. All towns have real live horror stories and this one involved… Read More ›
Fascism
Trump, Orwell and the carnage of lies
Last year I read 1984 after we’d gotten back to Germany, in February. I was sick and feverish, and finished it in two nights. In the preface it said Orwell had lived through two world wars (he died shortly after… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 