Dave Griffin

Dear Overly-Patient Readers, Fans, Friends, Colleagues, Internet Strangers, NSA Watchers, MAGA/FOTF Spies, and whatever other folk I’ve forgotten to include…. I have had so many thoughts swirling for so long and not really known how to process or triage them in any way that’s been productive for the last month or so. The election of…

Read it while it’s up. It will be coming down soon. Evangelicals are Fucking Awesome.

I had resigned myself to being childless after I was deemed “Disabled”. Had resigned myself that I would never get married. I’m just going to live in shitty poverty for the rest of my life because I’ll never be able to “provide” for a family. And now my worst fears are happening. A baby is…

***Dear Readers.I have struggled over the last few months with the inability to keep writing as this election cycle dwindles to a conclusion. The nerves. The PTSD. The zillions of fights locally in my political backyard and online with fans. The inability to secure a writing location where I could think and process and finish…

Dear Readers, My deepest apologies that it’s taken me so long to pick up again. I have some 80-90% written posts that have been stuck in cement since August and my life has become very bogged down and overwhelmed and i haven’t had the bandwidth to dive back in. I wish I could. I think…

Dear Friends & Fans & Readers & Passersbywhostumbledinhere… I am struggling to write. And I’m realizing I’m a bit down. A conversation last week kinda made me feel as though there was no point to doing any of this. And that I’m just spinning my wheels. And that I’ve written too much for people to…

You’re an asshole, god. I am sitting in my 4th Psychiatric Hospital. Fourthce™ Remember the place I swore I would never end up in again? I haven’t had any suicide attempts since 1994… WTF AM I DOING BACK IN A PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL IN FEBRUARY 2001… ?™ I DON’T BELONG HERE How the fuck did I…

**** Note to Readers/Self: This Volume feels like the most challenging to write so far. If Volume 2 was stretching an entire year of my life across 12 chapters, Volume 3 I’m only giving each year a single post. And one of the downsides to this is it feels like I’m barely able to dive…

1999. I was a DJ in 1999. You wanna know how many times I played that fucking Prince song to drunk people? ’99 was a year of massive changes that were mostly brought about by my new FutureSpouse™ FirstLove™ and me diving completely into that world without looking back. I was SMITTENED. Which is one…

January 1998. An American President said to the whole world: “I did not have sexual relations with that woman….” He was not responding to allegations of child rape. He was not defending himself from accusations that he partied with Jeff Epstein on Pedophile Island (although apparently he did). He was not found guilty of 34…