Tell Me About Yourself
Dearest reader,
On this 31st Day of May, 2024, we appear to have crossed a Rubicon with the transparently politically motivated kangaroo-court conviction yesterday of a former president on unprecedented charges, a case of this nature — parlaying an eight-year-old falsifying business records misdemeanor into 34 felonies via legal voodoo — having never been brought against anyone.
A reckoning will be had; it doesn’t appear the corporate state knows the extent to which it has unleashed the Kraken of popular rage — or perhaps it’s hoping for political violence in response and playing the long game on the road to martial law.
At any rate, this story has already saturated the media-sphere, and others have written about it in great detail.
So, instead of beating a dead horse, I’d like to spend this day hearing from you.
Hop into the comments (or send me an email at benbartee@protonmail.com) and let me know where you come from, your hopes and dreams, what brought you here when there are a million media options out there, what topic(s) you’d like to see covered more, or covered at all if I haven’t broached them yet.
I aim to serve you, as a member of the Armageddon Prose audience, with high-quality information on matters that matter to you, so tell me what those are.
As always, I appreciate your readership — especially, as I mentioned already, given that there are so many choices out there — and I will never take it for granted.
God bless.
Ben Bartee, author of Broken English Teacher: Notes From Exile, is an independent Bangkok-based American journalist with opposable thumbs.
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Thanks for your writing. I first discovered your work by way of your sissy porn piece on the 11th Hour Blog. I am not a writer but a mother who has taken to writing to help expose what is being done to children and young adults in the name of 'gender.' My own daughter is included in this count when she joined the campus gender tribe/color revolution as a freshman in college. An estrangement, medical harm and so much followed - before she found her way back to the family that always loved her. (I have written 2 series for the 11th Hour and started a substack). Any words of truth and wisdom are welcome.
I had to turn it all off yesterday as soon as I saw the verdict pop up in my email. After introspection, I know that this will not stand. It only served to activate a lot of latent outrage. People are waking up, including a lot of former D voters. For the first time, I donated to the Trump campaign today. I have also decided I will never step foot in the state of NY for the rest of my life, nor will I do business with any company located or headquartered there unless a red wave overtakes the morally and politically bankrupt cesspool. They deserve our scorn. And Trump, while often objectionable, is my enemy's enemy. That makes him my friend.