Dad’s Last Erection
Just before his eighty-ninth birthday, my father was watching a Viagra commercial on TV. It ends with the warning
Just before his eighty-ninth birthday, my father was watching a Viagra commercial on TV. It ends with the warning
In 1995, in Chicago, veterans of Silver Post No. 282 celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of their victory over Japan, marching around a catering hall wearing their old service caps, pins, ribbons and medals. My father sat at his table, silent. He did not wear his medals
In 1995, in Chicago, veterans of Silver Post No. 282 celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of their victory over
The following excerpt is from “Billionaires & Ballot Bandits: How to Steal an Election in 9 Easy Steps,” a new book on the conservative – and big money-led effort to
A note from the Palast family. My mother, my sister and I can’t thank you enough for your
by Greg Palast
Palast is the author of the New York Times bestseller, Armed Madhouse. [Hey, it’s Father’s Day! Get one for dad.]
In 1995, in Chicago, veterans of Silver Post No. 282 celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of their victory over Japan, marching around a catering hall wearing their old service caps, pins, ribbons and medals. My father sat at his table, silent. He did not wear his medals.
He had given them to me thirty years earlier. I can figure it exactly: March 8, 1965. That day, like every other, we walked to the newsstand near the dime store to get the LA Times. He was a Times man. Never read the Examiner.
He looked at the headline: U.S. Marines had landed on the beach at Danang, Vietnam.