Salt City Sinner

posted 11/26/2012 by the Salt City Sinner Because I am as riddled with self-loathing as a fine Gorgonzola cheese is with mold, I subscribe to WND (formerly World Net Daily) "BREAKING NEWS" email alerts. To those of you unfamiliar with WND, I've written about their particular brand of racist, far-right lunacy on a few occasions ( here   here  and   here for starters). Today I received an alert titled "Decisive action against Obama's left-wing 'trolls.'" That piqued my interest immediately, as I am, in fact, a professional troll (Local 770, Union Pride 'Til I Die). The email read: If you're sick and tired of all the rude and often vulgar comments and misinformation posted online by pro-Obama left-wing "trolls," you'll be happy to know some decisive action is being taken against these vile creatures. "Vile creatures" In WND's inimitable "ONE WEIRD SPICE THAT CURES SYPHILIS AND DIABETES" style

Posted by: ViewFinder 11/18/2012 Photography by:  Melodía Gutiérrez As Thanksgiving Day rapidly approaches many Salt Lake families are struggling financially more so than in recent years past.  These families are now faced with not having the means to purchase the traditional Turkey for their Thanksgiving feast. For 13 years now a Salt Lake resident, Frank Cordova has organized within the Latino and Salt Lake community to gather thousands of turkeys to benefit families in need.   This year a call was put out in desperation pleading with the community to assist in the efforts of this amazing project "Annual Latinio Turkey Drive".  Because Mr. Frank Cordova (pictured above on the far right) has been quite ill and his focus has been a battle for his health as of late- it seemed as though the project would not reap the multitude of donations as in years past.  "Since I began this drive twelve years ago, every year I've been excited to see the community come t

posted 11/7/2012 by the Salt City Sinner I cracked open Twitter today to get a sampling (for my delectation) of the various unhinged wingnut responses to last night's election results, and came upon this gem from God Kin & Country ("Christian Man 1st, Husband and Father 2nd, Patriot Last"): (What he's "Just Saying..." has been a popular trope in right wing and white supremacist media circles leading up to the election - namely, that savage, dusky minorities would burn America's cities to the ground in an uncontrollable rage in the event of a Romney victory. Yes, "Just Saying...") Leaving aside the fact that Donald Trump called for riots last night, a human with a functioning brain stem and access to Google might have noticed the following : Local media reports that "hundreds of Ole Miss students exchanged racial epithets and violent, politicized chants" across campus. As many as 400 students are said to have partici

posted 11/6/2012 by the Salt City Sinner It's getting to be the cold season, here in the City of Salt. When you are confined in your individual cell or oubliette here in the vast subterranean Prison State of Deseret, your own wails, your clotted coughs, your sniffles and cries - it makes you feel alone, all alone with the pain in your chilled finger-tips as you attempt to heat a tin of Kitty-Feed over a stub of candle in the darkness. It's only when you venture out onto the stairwell that the symphony of agony makes sense, that the muffled wails of your neighbors combine into a sort of orchestra of suffering, a community unaware of itself. On this, the Holiest of Nights at Salt City Sinner, two things are becoming increasingly apparent. First, that the Kenyan Usurper, B. Hussein "Barry Soetoro" Marshall-Davis, may well slink like the Beast back into Bethlehem / Washington D.C. Alestair Crowley had some nerve calling himself the Beast - obviously, Bam-Bam

Posted 11/2/12 by Law Nerd, Esq. Whereas I would ordinarily perform some feat of legal research to enlighten the questionable audience, today I summarize for our readers the lessons of a young attorney. I have only been technically able to "practice" law for the past week and a half, having been sworn in on the 25th of October in Montpelier, Vermont, the wee-est capital in the nation.  I will spend the next few years waiting for competence, as befits a profession that prides itself on obscurity and minutiae, and puts a $200,000 price tag on entry.  In my short time as a patient young associate, I have learned: That it is important to ask the court to accept your evidence if you intend to use it to prove, you know, your case; to master the ability to translate chicken scratch; that it's scary to sign your name; that wearing a well-fitting suit feels like battle armor; to ask the harried partner his precise expectations, else fumb