The Post-Partisan Emporium

  Going My Way? The most fundamental right RADIO FAR SIDE Folks, there is a right so fundamental, so critical that the Framers of the US Constitution just assumed everyone knew it and they didn’t bother to write it up. This right was the centerpiece of the Magna Carta. Rights like free speech, religion, press and assembly absolutely depend on it. It is so vital that all other rights hinge upon it. And yet, no one ever thinks about it. How do you get to the venue to hear the speech? How do you get to your place of worship? How do you get to the local news stand? How do you get to the assembly for redress of grievances? Aha! Transportation! Forgot about that one, didn’t you? I bet most readers this very moment have a “driver’s” license, a registered “vehicle,” liability insurance, and probably even an inspection sticker (something just now  coming to Indonesia , by the way). Suppose I told you that you don’t need any of this rubbish? Would you be motivated to fight for your most fundamen

  Did I just Leave a Cult? Because it Feels Kind of Like I did... “The modus operandi of every cult is to convince you there's something wrong with you and only they can fix it.” ―  Marty Rubin I grew up in the era of cults. My siblings and I attended a small elementary school in Topanga Canyon back in the 1970s, when it was still a wilderness of hippies and health food stores - not a safe haven for the 1%. We were heathens, without a doubt, raised like weeds by a former beauty queen who had dropped out of high school at 16 to have my older brother. She met my father at a nightclub called Pandora’s Box in Hollywood. If you look carefully you can see it in the background of Quentin Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. Pandora’s Box turned out to be just what marrying my father was like for my mother. Her whole world changed. She had three daughters right in a row and now had four kids all before the age of 24. Then my parents split and she raised us as mostly a single mom with