This week, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, a star was born. No, I’m not talking about that film with Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper (hard pass–you’re no Judy or Babs!). Nor am I talking about the new members of Congress that turned the House blue and freaked out Trump so much he was in a near-constant … Continue reading
Phew, I don’t know about you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but what a week this has been. From the world leaders at the U.N. laughing at our clownish president to Lindsay Lohan’s post-clubbing child kidnapping to Kanye West’s MAGA meltdown last night on SNL, it feels like there are more than a few glitches in … Continue reading
“You’re a fucking liar.” This damning sentence concludes Bob Woodward’s recently published and impossible to find book Fear: Trump in the White House, which offers yet another gaudy glimpse into the ongoing conservative camp circus held in the West Wing. Spoken by John Dowd, Trump’s former attorney that was replaced by bug-eyed wacko and frenzied … Continue reading
Phew! Well, I don’t know about you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but yesterday was quite a day, especially for former Trump campaign advisor Sam Nunberg who shined bright like a diamond all afternoon into evening, performing a jaw-dropping and awe-inspiring flameout on live TV. It was a glorious tour de force, worthy of an Oscar. … Continue reading
“You can’t make this shit up,” repeats the hapless former press secretary and White House Easter bunny Sean Spicer, as his “daily, if not hourly mantra.” This apt line, more articulate than anything Spicer said behind the podium in his months of White House employment, is quoted by Michael Wolff in his new book/American cultural … Continue reading
“We are surrounded by everything you ever want,” purrs artist Andrew Logan, inviting viewers of homotopia.tv into the Glasshouse, his studio in London.[i] The Glasshouse resembles a Technicolor tumble through the looking glass if Alice sniffed poppers. His Pee-Wee’s Playhouse-esque studio is filled with giant eggs, regal tributes to Pegasus, and sculptures dedicated to outrageous … Continue reading
I have a confession to make, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, I’m fascinated with Milo Yiannopoulos. I know, I know, I know–you don’t have to tell me how I should ignore him outright. And it’s been much easier to ignore the conservative provocateur and his attention-seeking tactics after his career fell into an immediate and dizzying … Continue reading
