About this site

I started this site because I love to write. Economics, history, culture—whatever kept the mind alive. Simple plan. Post a week, maybe two.

Then PrumpTutin came along.

Now it's Tuesdays and Fridays, maybe Sundays when the news gets too stupid to ignore. Popular demand, they tell me. Turns out people are hungry for someone who calls treason what it is.

The country's being gutted in real time, and somebody has to document the autopsy. The lies come fast and loud. This is my reply.

Here's the problem: I don't do social media. If you need to tell me something important, write a letter. Send an email. Like humans did for centuries before Zuckerberg decided your grandmother's birthday was content to monetize.

Social media is digital heroin. Designed by behavioral psychologists to hack your dopamine system and keep you scrolling while they auction your attention to the highest bidder. Every outrage is engineered. Every fight is profitable. Every "connection" is a transaction.

It turns citizens into consumers and discourse into data points. Democracy needs conversation. Social media gives you performance anxiety in 280 characters or less.

So Burnt Ground spreads the old way. Person to person. Reader to reader. Word of mouth instead of algorithmic manipulation.

You sign up, you get everything. The whole archive. No corporate middleman deciding what you see.

The plan was simple, writing about interesting things.

Now it's simple writing about survival.

Burnt Ground — because some fires need to burn.