This new Red Dead Redemption 2 gameplay video makes October feel so far away

Robberies, hunting, fishing, sitting around campfires, exploration and that's not even getting into the game's story. Every time I look at Rockstar Games' Red Dead Redemption 2, my need to play it gets so much worse.

I've still got my fingers crossed for a Switch port of the original Red Dead Redemption as well (I hear that the code for the game was something of a knife fight, back in the day, so I'm not holding my breath.) Even if that never happens, the sequel looks to offer be more than enough of the Old West for me to be satisfied by. Read the rest

Badass SoCal Latinas from the 70s and 80s

Cult Nation gathered up a fascinating collection of vintage photos from Lowrider Magazine and personal collections that show how influential Latina gangsters were on style and culture in Southern California. The look, the poses, the Germanic blackletter font still used widely, and the camaraderie are consistent in every shot. Read the rest

Today in 1934: the death of Bonnie and Clyde, chronicled in song by Serge Gainsbourg

On this day, May 23, in 1934, police killed infamous outlaw couple Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow outside of Sailes, Louisiana. Several weeks before they were killed, Parker penned a poem titled "The Trail's End" that became the basis for "Bonnie and Clyde," a beautiful French-language song that Serge Gainsbourg wrote and performed with Brigitte Bardot in 1968. Here's Bonnie's original poem:

The Trail's End

You've read the story of Jesse James of how he lived and died. If you're still in need; of something to read, here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang I'm sure you all have read. how they rob and steal; and those who squeal, are usually found dying or dead.

There's lots of untruths to these write-ups; they're not as ruthless as that. their nature is raw; they hate all the law, the stool pidgeons, spotters and rats.

They call them cold-blooded killers they say they are heartless and mean. But I say this with pride that I once knew Clyde, when he was honest and upright and clean.

But the law fooled around; kept taking him down, and locking him up in a cell. Till he said to me; "I'll never be free, so I'll meet a few of them in hell"

The road was so dimly lighted there were no highway signs to guide. But they made up their minds; if all roads were blind, they wouldn't give up till they died.

The road gets dimmer and dimmer sometimes you can hardly see.

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