“Fuck Biden,” “Don’t Tread on Me,” and a Wisconsin Death Trip for Our Times

“The thing to worry about is meanings, not appearances.” —Michael Lesy, Wisconsin Death Trip, 1973 Cecil, Wisconsin I went back twice to find out what the coffin meant, but though cars came and went in the driveway, nobody ever answered the door. Halloween in June, or a sign? Kitsch, or a warning? I’d been driving for a week, since the first night of the January 6 hearings, listening to them on the radio as I counted the flags. Not the American ones but the Trump ones. Trump 2024, two years ahead of time; and the red, white, and blue of… Read Full Article