Assassinations

The Barron’s return from a shameful hiatus better, faster, stronger, rebuilt. Listen keenly as six million dollar Alice (wo)mans the mics, takes over the dials and runs the sound-show out of into the ground. The Men Without Qualities tackle the old man of the mountain’s days of the jackal: Will they return? Are they done like the proverbial capitalist running dog’s dinner? Ever under the sign of the nomadic proletariat, against the One of the prophets and profiteers, the BFE jabs the leaden holed crusader chkirken, maître d’ead for the godforsake of merican property, fuel for the insipid colonoscopy of the Todesfuge. Dig. The MWQ instill the good terror straight to the Schwarze Milch heart of the occupiers nullius. From Gesù to the wailing wall & from hair (of the dog) to e-t-e-r-n-i-t-y: Combat liberalism! Sometimes, we Barrons, we are immortal. Let us ask you: Are you Barron Field Experienced?