Elon Musk, already one of the world’s most unlikeable figures, appears determined to continue down a path of cringe in new and exciting ways. Everyone knows Elon is an oligarch who has been tasked with overseeing the incoming Trump administration’s plutocrat friendly Department of Government Efficiency also known as DOGE;

A Twitter user Tuesday posted an image of a “Creativity Church” flyer that was found stuck to a windshield in front of an Austin, Texas Hobby Lobby. The flyer, adorned with anti-Semitic and white supremacist graphics, suggests some reading and a website for people interested in making racism a religion.

A large chunk of the country is up in arms about recent tweets and public comments made by the president that seem to project a, well, super racist tone. In a recent swarm of posts, he’s dubbed a group of four Congresswomen the “squad” and has called on them to

You’re in a small, brown, clapboard cabin, or possibly the hold of a ship. There are twisting passageways of bookshelves lined with sugarcoated classics and newspapers covered in blackness — redacted or perhaps burnt. Meanwhile the teachings of Jesus and other religious materials sit unmolested. Reflective plastic sheets bounce distorted,

Well, queerest Broke-Ass Stuart readership, by now we hope that you have fully recovered form what was likely one of the memorable Pride’s to date.  Though there was no overturning of  homophobic laws set against the backdrop of sweeter days, our current era of darkness has ignited flames of hope

“We fought for social justice.” –Khieu Samphan a leader of the Khmer Rouge,  a group that murdered roughly 25% of Cambodia’s population in the 1970s.   Americans in the 21st century have it incredibly easy. We’re so used to freedom that we don’t spend much time thinking about the particulars of how others

Over the weekend the brilliant comedian Louis C.K. wrote an email calling Donald Trump an “insane bigot” and “Hitler”. He also said the US was turning into “Germany in the 30s”. It’s an interesting letter and Louis makes some sharp and wonderful points, as usual. It actually reminds me of

 In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. For most of my life, while growing up in