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  • How the Pagans Bested the Mob

    “Those who do not belong to It, and whose native land It is not, cannot endure It. The One who sits there at the Lands End to guard the gates is called Dark Surt. He has a flaming sword, and…

  • How the Pagans Bested the Mob

      “Those who do not belong to It, and whose native land It is not, cannot endure It. The One who sits there at the Lands End to guard the gates is called Dark Surt. He has a flaming sword,…

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    Game Over

  • Fighting Chance

    The first thing Richard Bennett noticed when he got off the plane in Kuwait almost six years ago was the smell, a smell of dust and unending sand, utterly devoid of water. It was a strange concept for the native…

  • I Was an Obama Volunteer

    The elevator doors slide open into what feels like an adult kindergarten class. Campaign staffers pinball around the room like dizzied Duck Duck Goose contestants, stopping only to answer questions or direct traffic while volunteers leap for ringing phones, pound…

  • Opening Riff

    It’s been rolling for weeks now. You click on an interesting link–Keira Knightley upskirt photo, per chance–and you find yourself instead watching the video for Rick Astley’s 1987 transatlantic No. 1 hit “Never Gonna Give You Up.” You’ve just been…

  • Opening Riff

    It’s been rolling for weeks now. You click on an interesting link–Keira Knightley upskirt photo, per chance–and you find yourself instead watching the video for Rick Astley’s 1987 transatlantic No. 1 hit “Never Gonna Give You Up.” You’ve just been…

  • The Sons Also Rise

    Philly’s most passionate sports fans are nuts about a team that doesn’t yet exist. Christ but they look mad. Staring eyes, shit-eating grins, blue-and-yellow Philadelphia scarves wrapped across their bouncing shoulders. They pogo up and down, yelling “Sons of Ben!…

  • Philly’s Top 50 Bars

    This city loves booze. Fancy microbrews, dented cans of PBR, a snobby Merlot or a shot of Jack—we love it all. But lonely drinkers we’re not. We Philadelphians go out to get our drink on because we know a good…