Statehood’s Got Talent: The Bloody Auditions

Where Rockets and Blood Libel Earn Standing Ovations While Tibetans and Kurds Don’t Even Get a Callback

They say it’s “just the price of a coffee.” Spare me. You already have too much caffeine in your bloodstream. What you don’t have is enough fearless prose that refuses to grovel before the cult of feelings. For $6 a month, less than USD $4, you can remedy that.

But I only ask that when you choose your coffee, please choose mine. Cheers.