Evert is a writer-performer. He grew up in apartheid South Africa and was raised to be an elite Afrikaner fascist. However, something went terribly wrong in his choice of teenage reading material, and between Darwin, Freud and Bertrand Russell, he ended up rejecting his nation, his religion and his family. When a riot of white cops vs. black protesters sent a teargas canister rolling into the lobby of an ad agency heʼd just started, he thought about emigrating. Then the apartheid regime banned his first play A Very Butch Libido, and he took off for the freedom of America. He continues writing plays, novels, poetry and songs, and attended the OʼNeill Playwrights Conference in 1993 with a play about torture. In advertising, his work on the Absolut Vodka campaign rocketed the brand from nowhere to the #1 import in four years; it's now the longest-running campaign in advertising history. He performed his one-man show How to Cook a Man on three continents. His rock group, the Dingbots, created the rock opera Kidd Radar, available on iTunes and CDBaby.com; their video The Obama Karma Song is on YouTube. A semi-legend on the 1990s slam poet scene, he won the 1997 National Poetry Slam, and starred in the PBS documentary Slammin'. His poetry is anthologized in The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry and Aloud: Voices from the Nuyorican Poets Cafe, and collected in Suck My Poem from Lulu.com. He's working on his first musical, Cinderella and the Empire of Chocolate. Email: evertcilliers [at] yahoo.com
by Evert Cilliers aka Adam Ash Paul Krugman has become our most original and insightful commentator on the American scene. In his essential NY Times column, he was the first pundit to attack George W Bush, way before 9/11 or the Iraq War. He called Bush Jr a liar, and said Bush fudged his economic…
Compared To The F-up Presidents That Reagan, Clinton And George W. Bush Were, Donald Trump Will Be A Brilliant President
I once met David Bowie in London in 1972. He was wearing a pastel-pink, wide-brimmed, floppy, very girly hat. His face was lightly dusted with powder, his lips shined with a touch of gloss, his eyes sported pale blue eyeliner.
But we do seem to suffer from a deficiency of morality. Witness Trump’s presidential campaign. There is no morality there, only bigotry and fear and bullying and macho posturing and BS. And many Americans have fallen for this BS.
Our meddling in the Middle East created terrorism, and our continued presence there expands it and makes it worse and worse. If we got the hell out of the Middle East, terrorism would have no reason to expand beyond the borders of the Middle East. There would be no more attacks in America, or Britain, or Spain, or France, or anywhere in the West (funny how attacks in Spain stopped once they pulled out of the Middle East).
When Bernie Sanders says we risk changing from a democracy to an oligarchy, and that regular Americans are working harder for less money, and that most of the new income and wealth is going to the top 1%, he touches a deep chord, that no other politician touches. George W. Bush was the last Republican president we’ll ever have. Never again.
Let me ask: is this what our politics has come to, when a once great party (Lincoln, Theodore Roosevelt, Eisenhower) fields a big bunch of presidential contenders — eleven! — who are all of them such truly stupid and horrible people, they’re unworthy of being humans, let alone politicians?
Being the populist raging Id of the GOP, and a rich guy that poor crackers want a rich guy to be like, Trump will get nominated before any of the other clown car passengers can get half a chance. Trump is the only life left in the GOP, and his advent, paradoxically, also spells their death. He is giving them life while he is digging their grave. Good for him. The man is doing America a big favor. He’s a great American. Go, Trump, go!
“Donald Trump is the entire GOP after five drinks.”
by Evert Cilliers aka Adam Ash So Jeb Bush gets asked if he would have invaded Iraq “knowing what we know now,” and he flubs his answer. But he got asked the wrong question. The right question to ask Jeb Bush is this: “How dare you run for president when you should be dying of…
by Evert Cilliers aka Adam Ash Every now and then I think of something crazy. Like why don't we taxpayers sue Walmart for the $6.2 billion we have to supply to their workers in foodstamps and other help because Walmart doesn't pay its employees enough to live on? Or why doesn't Obama, instead of paying…
Nobody gets paid enough in this country. Here’s a statistic that will blow your head right out of your ass: if we were paid by how much we’ve increased our productivity over the last 30 years — in other words, if our wages kept pace with our productivity — the median household in America would, instead of earning just under $50,000 a year, make $92,000 a year.
Take a chill pill. Ebola is not a threat to our nation. The Republican Party is a bigger threat.
You’ve got to be mad brave to whack yourself. Yep, suicide takes a lot of balls. The most courage any human can ever muster. Suicides are the bravest people who ever lived, because they commit the greatest act possible — a deed against actual existence, against their very being.
by Evert Cilliers aka Adam Ash What do these six statements from Republicans have in common? 1. Millionaire rancher Cliven Bundy, whose cattle are on government welfare: “I want to tell you one more thing I know about the Negro. They abort their young children, they put their young men in jail, because they never…
They lied to me, Governor Christie says. His close aids lied to him. His friends lied to him. Bullpoop. Not one told him the truth? Would he have us believe that there was this big plot by his friends to leave him in the dark about a burgeoning scandal?
When Mandela was young, he liked to swan around in suits and long silk scarves. Mandela was a ladies man.
Republicans are children who never learned to share.
How exceptional is America? Exceptionally fucked up.
I don’t think L’Avventura would’ve been half the masterpiece it is without Monica Vitti’s face. Some directors — Antonioni, Bergman, Godard — parade their female stars as objects of loving regard. Their actresses are, in fact, their lovers, and they make images of them worthy of their love. If you love a woman, your camera will romance her, and express your lust for her. And when you have a face like Monica Vitti, there is an arresting loveliness that makes for many images of almost painful ecstasy.