Before I get into this, let me assure you that my NASCAR fan pedigree is pure—hardcore, even. I lived in Anniston, Alabama—20 minutes from what was then known as the Alabama International Motor Speedway—until I was 15 years old. I enthusiastically attended many Winston 500s and Talladega 500s. (That’s not what they’re named anymore, but … Read more
Back when I was on Facebook, a family member saw The Help and posted about it. She praised the film, and then ended her post with the declaration that this kind of racism was still around; it just went by the name “Tea Party” today. At the time I actively supported a local Tea Party … Read more
“My name is Lucifer! Please take my hand!” So sang Ronnie James Dio as I dug Black Sabbath’s Live Evil on my commute recently. I got to thinking about the anti-rock crusaders of my childhood railing against the devil in heavy metal music, and considered that a Black Sabbath album was a place that you … Read more