By Ben D’Alessio

Kamala Harris is the villain in those crime documentaries you all love so much. I have a general distaste for politicians but can overlook most issues and hypocrisies — especially when they are deep in a candidate’s past — when it comes time to vote. Oftentimes, the moral purity being pushed in our culture simply does not, should not, and cannot apply to politics — vote for least-bad and hope for the best.

But Kamala Harris has played a significant role in ruining too many lives, using her power as the District Attorney of San Francisco and…

By Ben D’Alessio

The saying goes: “Necessity is the mother of invention.” The lesser-known saying (lesser-known because I just made it up) goes: “Pain and suffering is the evil uncle of change.”

For too many a Saturday and/or Sunday morning, I curled up on my couch, the steam from my coffee twirling into the air, as my head pounded and stomach turned over. …

by Ben D’Alessio

It was a pleasure — and morally right and just — to burn. From the ashes of not just Minneapolis, Portland, and Kenosha, but all of the (former) United States, a new society can be constructed that will address systematic racism and other systems of oppression. The new to-be-named society (I like “Progressium”) will not have police brutality because there will be no police.

This ambitious plan is attainable, but only if the proceeding blueprint is followed in a precise and unrelenting manner.

The first, and probably most popular step, is to GET RID OF WHITE PEOPLE…

by Ben D’Alessio

Facemasks are in right now. And although June is about as far away from football season as you can get, even talks about canceling the 2020 season apropos the coronavirus has me itching under the arms. Not only that, but March Madness was canceled, Baseball will begin who-knows-when (late July? I’ll believe it when I see it), and no, NASCAR and Celebrity Golf outings won’t do it for me. So, to quench my sports thirst I have been shoving my face into the large vats of old football footage that NBCSN (“The Vault”), conference-oriented channels like the Big Ten Network, and SEC Network have been putting out there day and night. At one point, I basically had every New Year’s Eve Bowl Game from the mid-80s to early-90s saved in my queue.

Watching these option-oriented, Power-I formationed, under-center five-step dropping, titans of the Reagan-era gridiron provided me with a faux-nostalgia I never actually experienced — I wasn’t born until 1990, after all.

But even deep into the 2000s, the bulky-shouldered padded, mid-riff exposed, fingers-taped, members of the blue-chip schools served as the prototype “football player” in young imaginations. And for this kid, obsessed with knights and gladiators — I celebrated many a birthday at the Medieval Times in Lyndhurst, NJ — the most appealing part of the whole get-up was the helmet, the final piece of armor strapped onto your head before marching into battle.

When I hit the 3rd Grade and was finally allowed to get my own pads, I didn’t care what was in front of my face — I believe that except for a couple of players who bought their own, we all had the same matching, plastic cage with the vertical bar going down the center, it didn’t matter if you were a quarterback or guard.

By Ben D’Alessio

Step 1: Everyone takes a 23andMe.

It was a fun experiment. We Americans started as a collection of pious pioneers (who hanged the occasional witch or two) and cash-crop entrepreneurs who continued to grow inedible tobacco over food even when our settlements were starving to death — it’s called an investment. We took a loose collection of colonies and united them to kick some English ass and then un-united them to kick our own asses. Eventually, after teaming-up with the English (and their associates across the pond), we began our world tour to Europe, Asia, and even…

By Ben D’Alessio

It’s weird right now. Check out one of these books I’ve read since the list last April and get you some normalcy, or some escape, or get weirder, if that’s what you’re into.

They’re in no particular order, except for the first one, which was my favorite of the year, probably. They’re not the only nine I’ve enjoyed, just the ones I decided to write about. I post each book I read on my Instagram if you’d like to scroll and check out any others.

You can find the last three lists here, here, and here.

I…

(Updated November 12, 2020, to include Jo Ann Hardesty, Mitch McConnell, and Nancy Pelosi.)

There exists unshakable evidence that a race of alien reptilians came to our planet thousands of years ago and has since surreptitiously manipulated politics through an international shadow government. The proof is too dense and complex for this hard-hitting piece, but if you’re interested in opening your eyes to the real world, you can find some explanation here.

Some lizards you may already be familiar with include, but are not limited to: The Clintons, Jeff Bezos, Donald Rumsfeld, Donald Trump (basically Godzilla), Alex Jones, The Kardashians/Jenners…

This review was posted on IndieReader.com on September 9, 2019. Read the review on the site here.

“Dionysus, the hard-partying Greek god of wine, has had his fill of his siblings’ constant bickering on Mount Olympus. Drawn by its promise of alcohol and revelry, “Dio” chooses modern-day New Orleans to blow off steam. Upon his arrival, he mistakenly tries to look for wine in a bookstore, where he encounters first-year law student Zibby, who reminds him of Cleopatra. Thinking Dio must be some nutcase tourist, Zibby gives Dio a place to stay. …