The latest episode of the Two and Only Podcast – his summary: The Two and Only S3 Ep 9 — Brian Wilson and James Bovard “Do you drive, travel or think you actually own something? The Two and Only, Brian Wilson and Jim Bovard explain why not and why why not.” can listen or download […]
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Patapsco River
Playing with a new camera on the Patapsco River near Baltimore photo
My Favorite Antiwar Protest
Mises Institute, December 21, 2021 My Favorite Antiwar Protest I’ve attended most of the major antiwar protests in Washington since 9/11. At a 2005 protest, a cop tried to whack me on the head with a wooden pole. At a 2007 protest, I snapped a picture showing George W. Bush hanging next to the US Capitol. […]
My 1975 Bus Ride with a Korean War Veteran
This week is the 70th anniversary of the start of the Korean War. Here is my hat tip to a veteran of that war I met decades ago at the Baltimore Bus Station. Baltimore Sun, November 9, 2018 On Veterans Day, I remember ‘Bobie’ from Baltimore by James Bovard Veterans Day is a time for […]
MP3 Bashing TSA, Rioters, and Boy Scout Virtue Signaling with Salem Radio’s Dan Proft
Chicago AM 560 and Salem Radio host Dan Proft and I had fun in this 13 minute interview hammering the TSA, statue-hating rioters, overheated school reformers, and Boy Scout leaders who are virtue-signaling the Scouts into extinction. The Scouts announced last week that they will require a new “Diversity and Inclusion” merit badge to qualify […]
Politicians’ COVID Mania Ravages Maryland
Mises Institute, May 28, 2020 Politicians’ COVID Mania Ravages Maryland by James Bovard Lea esto en Español by James Bovard Maryland politicians have destroyed more than four hundred thousand jobs in dictatorial responses purporting to thwart the coronavirus pandemic. “Nearly one in five Maryland workers have filed for unemployment” compensation, theBaltimore Sun reported. The situation […]
My Convict Road Gang Summer
Libertarian Institute My Convict Road Gang Summer by Jim Bovard | Feb 17, 2020 I may have been a rube, but I knew enough not to startle the gargantuan glowering prison guard with that double-barreled shotgun propped on his beer belly. As a sixteen-year-old toiling in the hot sun in 1973 alongside convicts on a […]