The past few weeks have been, to put it mildly, abysmal for an Englishman. For the first time in a generation, race riots tarnished our streets. 

President Trump told his MAGA goons “you have to show strength” and “fight” this morning, and that’s exactly what they did. In a disgusting show of violent treason, Trump specifically instigated violence in the US Capitol as Congress was certifying Joe Biden’s victory, suspending the proceedings. Holy shit they’re literally

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Broke-Ass Stuart is now accepting poetry submissions to be featured in the BAS Poetry: Arts & Culture column. Written & curated by Corinne Avganim. Last week was weird. An IRL Soprano was appointed and dismissed as our country’s Director of Communications. The New York Subway System experienced its own mini apocalypse. And

*Warning.  This post is satire.  It lampoons the past behavior of idiots who’ve disrespected our city by destroying things in times of celebration. It also acknowledges the fact that the SF Giants have been the absolute best team in baseball in the last decade.  Go Giants!  And now back to the list of things

Unless you’ve been living under a rock the past week (or what’s more likely, an overturned bus) you’ve probably noticed that our country is a little en fuego. Between that mega-bitch named Sandy and the SF Giants winning the World Series, it’s a bona fide shit show out there. No

An open letter from the McCarren Park Pool: When you’re a pool you need to realize right off the bat that a couple thousand kids are going to pee in you everyday. You suffer that humiliation willingly because of the joy you bring them. What’s a little pee against thousands