There are times when I wish that the United States would just drop the charade and declare itself a global empire. As a veteran of two imperial wars, a witness to the dark underside of America’s empire-denial, I’ve grown tired of the equivocation and denials from...
Korean Ghosts
Justin is undergoing continuing treatment and hopes to return with a new column soon. Here is a very relevant column he wrote about Korea in 2003. On June 13, 2002, Shin Hyo-soon and Shim Mi-sun, both 14 years old, walked along the side of a road on their way to a...
The World’s Most Dangerous Divide
In the beautiful and terrifying novel The City of Devi, communal hatreds escalate in India and Pakistan until the two countries feel compelled to threaten each other with nuclear weapons. At least, it starts out as a threat. Pakistan vows to take out Mumbai, and India...
Conservatives Should Be Antiwar
When I was growing up in the early 2000’s, I just took it for granted that the Left was antiwar and the Right was militaristic. This perception pushed me to become a liberal in college before meandering my way into libertarianism through the Ron Paul campaigns of 2008...
PKK in Fresh Clashes; Eight Killed in Iraq
Eight Killed in Iraq as Turks Battle PKK
Would Social Media Have Censored Video of 9/11 or Kennedy Assassination?
According to CNN Business, “Facebook, YouTube and Twitter struggle to deal with New Zealand shooting video.” “Deal with” is code for “censor on demand by governments and activist organizations who oppose public access to information that...
A Modest Proposal: Don’t Start a Nuclear War
In a matter of minutes, as easily as sending a tweet, a sitting U.S. president could decide to launch a nuclear attack, without anyone else’s approval or authorization. In a matter of minutes, millions of lives would be lost, and millions of futures halted...
Two militiamen Among 11 Killed in Iraq
Uncle Sam Sent Me to Rehab for PTSD
This article originally appeared at TruthDig. I arrived an absolute mess; most of us did. Bloated cheeks, sunken eyes, wearing my PTSD and depression on every inch of my face. I can’t say I really wanted to be there, even if I had volunteered. Ironic, wasn’t it?...


