Henry Rollins blog over at Vanity Fair

I just came across this the other day and thought you also might like to know that it's actually there, Henry's writing a blog for Vanity Fair, with the great title "STRAIGHT TALK ESPRESSO" in their Politics & Power section. 28 entries dating back to March 2009, better late than never, i hope H would agree. Some of the titles include: "The Nancy Reagan Stem Cell Research Good Time Hour Presents ..." - "Some Would Rather Hate Than Switch" - "Ann Coulter, You'll Always Be My Fantasy Cougar" - "In Afghanistan, Worse Is the New Better"
Here's the 1st one i saw:

Good News: The World Is Finally Flat
November 12, 2009, 1:51 pm


No need to go anywhere. Don’t bother with the passport, those awful flights, and airports choked with annoyingly enthusiastic European backpackers. You can stay home and not even have to leave your area code, because it’s all the same now, anywhere you want to go—you’ve already been there. Thomas Friedman says it’s cool and everything’s going to be all right—where there’s McDonald’s, there’s peace. Cultural diversity is great; that’s why people go to an Outback Steakhouse, right?

Ah, Indonesia! The overwhelming number of whirring motorbikes whizzing down the street like schools of mechanized fish, the smells of garbage, flowers, and home cooking mixed together, the Dunkin’ Donuts. It is indeed a small world after all.

Walking the slums of Jakarta for the last few days has given me a lot of things to think about. I now know what happens to all those T-shirts I've been contributing to fund drives for all these years. I saw one man wearing a T-shirt featuring Shepard Fairey’s cover for Led Zeppelin’s new best-of album, Mothership. I walked over to him and said, “Led Zeppelin, right on!” He just stared and smiled. No idea. I am sure the story was the same with the little kid in the Slayer shirt. At one point, I met a young couple who recognized me and we stopped to talk. Around that time, a female vendor walked up to us wearing a most interesting T-shirt. The couple got the irony of the situation and explained to the woman why I was asking to take her picture. She just smiled gently and patiently allowed me to take a few photos before she moved on, perhaps wondering what the hell that was all about.

America washes ashore like cultural driftwood in countries like this one. The locals wear and digest it like an imported non sequitur as they walk through an absurdist landscape that used to be their homeland. Driftwood, dead chickens covered in the Colonel’s secret recipe, whatever. It’s all cool, right? Why should the rest of the world miss out on clogged arteries and thickened blood? Don’t hate the freedom!

No one is innocent. Nothing is sacred. Everywhere is America. Mr. Friedman, we won, we won!

from VanityFair.com