By David Sherman Not sure when my blood and part of my soul turned red, white and blue. Might’ve started with the Lone Ranger and his fai...

Every morning, to earn my bread I go to the market where lies are traded In hope I take my place amongst the sellers. - B. Brecht, Hollyw...

By David Sherman I need a new brain. Perhaps several. The scarred one I’m using has flattened like a balloon hammered to a wall with a th...