Rod gives me the shaft.

It’s Rod Stewart, the Rod Stewart, and he’s not happy to say the least that we weasels ‘pretended’ to be with the band and got seated in his VIP lounge. I never pretended to be anything in my life, sir – almost all the times in my mostly lamentable past that I’ve been treated like royalty were usually huge misunderstandings, and not exactly my fault. One person’s unshaven scrimshanker is another person’s rock star flunkey I always say, and the doorman’s mistake, not mine.

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O' Journal

The Cult of Beauty.

The Cult of Beauty.

One thing that impressed and continues to impress me about Nazism is its subtle, bullying allure.
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February 20, 2020 — Johnny Mustard
Stone Cold.

Stone Cold.

Just often enough to keep me from giving up on religion, a small miracle comes along.
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February 10, 2020 — Johnny Mustard
"I love this world."

"I love this world."

“The Laws of the Universe are God” Einstein once quipped, and I think he’s absolutely right, relatively speaking.
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February 04, 2020 — Johnny Mustard

We'd Rather Be Instagrammatically Correct.