Category: Society
Johnny Cash: Perfection Through Imperfection
Johnny Cash was the real ‘Man in Black.’ He knew that moral courage and virtue and true compassion covered a multitude of human frailties.
PSNI/Gardai Smash Radiostar Country Barbiturates Ring
The Irish and British have been at each other’s throats for centuries, in a way that makes the rap grudge between Kanye West and LL Cool J look like as pointless and infantile as a mere peevish World of Warcraft…
Pretentious Scientists Deny Existence of Tangle Fairy: Roadies Outraged, Archbishop Conciliatory
Distraught and tear-stricken roadies have never doubted the existence of the wicked imp that tangles perfectly-laid guitar and sound cables when rock bands are touring. It’s always a disappointment to find your immaculately-placed equipment all messed-up and untidy.
GlossyNews movie is done, we need your help!
The GlossyNews exclusive “How Bobby Joe: the Movie” is in the final stages of post-production, but we need your help to get it distributed! Video below, but check us out on Kickstarter Check it out, maybe consider throwing in a…
Turning Their Guns Into Plowshares
In a surprising and eloquent speech before the media today President Select Trump offered new and unexpected opinions on the horrific mass shooting that shocked Texas and the world on Sunday.
China Officially Adopts Infantilized America in 2047
Dateline: PLAYGROUND 307, Year 2051—The eight hundred remaining adults in the United States are increasingly asking how the Age of Reason become the Age of Babies.
The Progress of The Soul: A Poetic Allegory for Spiritual Seekers of All Traditions & None
The black zone The book is full of facts. Everything is common sense. Means what it says, says what it means.
Don’t Be Intolerant to the Nazi Community: ‘Blitzkrieg’ is Not an Offensive Name
In honour of the couple with the son ‘Jihad,’ I’m going to call my son Blitzkrieg. Now I do hope nobody finds this objectionable…
A Celtic Blessing: Remember Me, Blow Ill, Shine Prosperous
May you all have a hundred nights of human grievances, but never a single blink lost of demonic faults. May you say I spoke not always wisely, but ever with integrity of spirit.
Cognac in Southwark (Don Augusto’s Limits to Progress)
Don Augusto shuffled in once more. This time not Strawbs Bar, Leeds; but St Christopher’s Inn, Southwark. ‘Mind your semantics,’ I smirked, as he grimly placed his cap upon the cracked barrel next to my lap.