DESERT DISPATCH - TOWN HALL MEETING IN THE HIGH DESERT: A CIVIL DEBATE AMONG MURDEROUS RETARDS

It was a hot day, still 98 degrees at 6 PM, as I zoomed through gridlock on my freshly fixed 1979 Kawasaki KZ-400, squeezing between the monster trucks and lifted SUVs clogging one of Victorville's main drags, pouring sweat into my helmet and leather jacket on my way to an anti-Obamacare "town hall" meeting at the local community college.

DESERT DISPATCH - CALIFORNIA PAROLEES: COMING TO A NEIGHBORHOOD NEAR YOU (AND ME)

California’s State Assembly dipshits should congratulate themselves for a job well done. They finally managed to pass a bill that will reduce the state's prison population by 17,000. All it took was a riot that tore a prison in Chino apart from the inside. That, and a federal court ruling handed down in early August that said the state had to clear 25 percent of its 150,000 prisoner inventory.

DESERT DISPATCH - McMANSIONS FOR McDONALDS

I’ve been thinking about sleaze and corruption lately. It’s hard not to. Out here in windy, sun-baked Victorville, underhanded swindles are about as common a sight as the as the tumbleweeds blowing around the Mojave Desert. 

DESERT DISPATCH - THE SUBURBAN GULAG

It’s 5 AM in Victorville, California. I haven't slept in 48 hours. Outside my second-story window, the sun is rising up over the jagged mountains across the desert. In the three months I've lived here, I've seen more sunrises than I have in my 28 years. There is something about living in a barren house in a half-empty suburb out in the middle of a sun-baked nowhere that brings out the tweaker in me—and judging by daily news reports, most of my neighbors, too.

DESERT DISPATCH - METH, MORONS, AND MURDER IN VICTORVILLE

Living in an abandoned neighborhood in an exurb way out on the edge of the California desert has its perks. There isn’t much in the way of nightlife in Victorville, California, and food options are limited, but it has one hell of a crime scene, maybe the most happening in THE whole state.