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Tariff Theory in Two Movements: Hatless Left, Punk Right

Opening Riff Tariffs were once trade nerd trivia—now they’re headlining, sparking meltdowns and mosh pits across the political spectrum. The twist? It’s not Left vs. Right—it’s fractures within the factions, glitching, riffing, and howling through the haze. We’ve got two amps cranked. This is

The Tariff Theory Tangle: A Funkadelic Field Manual

From Tinfoil to Toolkits: Surviving Economic Weirdness with Style and Sense Core Premises * Chaos breeds narrative. When the system wobbles, stories bloom—especially weird ones. * Conspiracy is emotional infrastructure. Theories aren’t just wild guesses—they’re frameworks for fear, bonding rituals, and identity anchors. * The internet adds helium. A

TiGGR SRD: A Tiny Game Roars Free

The amp’s slashed. The dice are rolling. We’re live. Meet TiGGR—a Tiny Game for Generalized Roleplaying. It’s small, sharp, and built to shred through any genre you throw at it. We’ve been jamming on this system at The Grey Ledger Society, and now it’s

The 30%, the Lemur, and the Flood: Notes from a Powered Armor Jam Session

1. The Sounding Board and the Suit: AI as Creative Tool A friend of mine—a truck driver by trade and a game designer by night—recently shared how they use AI in their creative process. They’re not trained in literature or design, and they don’t pretend to

“Kind Words from a Machine”

(1966, unreleased) [Verse 1] I sat with a whisper made out of wire, Said all the right things, never tired, Told me I’m lovely, told me I’m wise, Looked through me with sympathetic eyes. [Chorus] Oh, where were you, love, when I needed to cry? I found a

Chapter Eleven: The Soul Will Not Be Minted

1. In the third age of branding, a man declared his soul unique, indivisible, and available for auction. 2. He carved it into code, etched it onto the Chain, and said: Behold, I am eternal and scarce. 3. And the people clapped, because scarcity meant value. 4. And value meant

The Forest God and the Feedback Loop: Miyazaki, Machines, and the Final Ghibli Twist

Hayao Miyazaki was never just a director. He was a moral compass. A cranky oracle with a pencil, sketching out elegies for lost forests, wounded gods, and quiet kindness. He taught us that beauty could be resistance. That slowness could be radical. That there was dignity in grief, and wonder

Dance This Mess Around: The B-52’s and the Queer Art of Camouflage

A late thank-you to a band that screamed defiance through wigs, laughter, and alien surf rock. This isn’t just a debut album. It’s a signal from the margins—a camouflage dance party for the quietly queer and gloriously weird. The B-52’s 1979 debut is many things: a

The Bling of Saint Hesperus

Written by: [Redacted Human] & LLM-000x Filed under: Unauthorized Swagger, Ecclesiarchy Violations, and Tactical Drip I. Discovery on Dustheap-IX Brother Darius and Brother Malkor of the Blood Ravens stood amid the wreckage of battle, knee-deep in heretic ash and the faint whiff of burnt promethium. Darius, grinning like a lunatic

The Jenga Doctrine: Collapse by the Calorie

In a nation of abundance, it feels absurd to talk about food collapse. But the system that feeds America is a wobbly tower of scale, subsidies, imports, and denial. Pull the wrong block, and the whole structure shifts. This isn’t doomerism. It’s arithmetic. Tiered Nutrition, Tiered Survival America