It is safe to say that even the great United States could fall prey to a snake oil salesman.  ―Don Okolo Well, the caption above isn’t exactly true. The United States is standing on the precarious edge of tipping over into a chasm of jagged rock tips. It is swaying dangerously, but hadn’t yet fallen over…at least, not yet. The next small wind could nudge it over. Believe me, it could come. And if it...

From the rockies to the Hudson, to the Potomac, beyond the great sand spread of the Sahara, to the river Naija, the end is on its way ―Don Okolo Life as we know it could be coming to an end. That is not a figure of speech. I have consulted with the shamans and medicine men, from the world’s renowned rainforests, from the swamplands of the Pantanal, to the critter-burdened monsoon regions of the far...

If I were God. I would end it. If I were God, I would have the haters careening through the gates of hell proper…alive. ―Don Okolo I have had time, forty-something years and counting, to muse upon the fate of man the world over. And I have come to believe that a section of humanity would never rise from the quagmire of filth and disdain…from the vise-like grip the rest of the sultry smut have...