In these times of toil, trouble and duct tape, a desperate world looks hungrily for a beacon to guide us through the billowing thick, red smoke of the Impending Apocalypse. I nominate James Frey, "Literary Outsider." It looks dawn is about to break on our long, dark night of the literary soul. Frey is a writer who did drugs and loves boxing and really, really likes to tell you about it! And fuck irony, man....he's real. You know, real derivative. Real lame. Real tiresome. Why settle for the actual Norman Mailer, when you can get one who also writes screenplays for David Schwimmer movies!

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I was really heartened by the anti-war protests held all over the world last weekend. I come from the belly of the Bush beast, Texas, and I felt politically marginalized to say the least. It's not like the war in Iraq will be prevented, but hopefully this sets the stage for governments in the West, including Dubya's, to fall along with Sadaam's.

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