Everyone sort of remembers the pizza guy, but no one remembers the mobster. The pizza guy was Edgar Welch, a stupidly chivalric mouth breather possessed of an AR-15 and the righteous certainty that Hillary Clinton was making out like a bandit running a child sex trafficking busi…
Long essay is long. Gah. Spent all week in the QAnon mines on this essay about the origins of mass delusion. It’s now too late post it. Apologies. Monday.
John Birmingham
"Gosh, it did escalate quickly though."
John Birmingham
It’s hard to write a story told only by arse clowns and super-villains. There’s no redemption arc. Nobody to cheer for. But let’s do it anyway. I just …
John Birmingham
Man, I really thought it would be the Chinese or the Russians or even perfidious fucking Albion who reamed us on the superflu vaccine. Who’d a thunk th…
John Birmingham
There may come a day when the pliable gumbies who make up most of the pro-level political media class in our big, brown, wide, wonderful land don’t let…
John Birmingham
Chris Dore, editor-in-chief of The Australian, is either really fucking stupid, or he thinks the readers of Super Rupe’s increasingly fash-forward whit…
John Birmingham
The thing you need to understand about Clive Palmer is, he’s not that wealthy. Not for a bloke who wants to build dinosaur parks, reboot the Titanic, a…
John Birmingham
See all