Rants from the Bunker

Sometimes, the thin veneer of reportage cracks. Sometimes, the only honest response to the relentless tide of bullshit is a primal scream aimed directly at the architects of our doom. Herein lie the raw, unfiltered opinions, the furious diatribes, the late-night paranoid theories scrawled under duress. This is the bunker, the soapbox, the last stand for spitting venom and inconvenient truths before the lights go out. Reader discretion advised – sanity not guaranteed.