An open letter to all Presidential hopefuls (and the media who cover them):
A humble request that will likely go unnoticed but weighs too heavily on my mind not to voice. 483 more words
It was 2005 and I was in Iraq. I don’t remember where we were driving to because we used to play a game in the trucks where the driver would floor it into the biggest possible pothole to see if they could get the passenger’s head to hit the truck ceiling, and I’m pretty sure I have brain damage. 1,122 more words
Hey Clashers, Lew Here.
I have been mystified more and more by the behaviors in global. That oddly censored and seemingly ONLY way to find new members in a random, haphazard and demolition derby fashion. 2,061 more words