“The dragon don’t nap, brother. But he plays a mean game of possum.” Reverend Chette is a spook. Not the nostalgic Old World tuxedoed-gentleman-imperialist sort of spook. Reverend Chette is more New World capitalist in a jean-jacket, southern-gent, Manifest-Destiny sort of spook. He’ll come to your banana republic to gift your guerillas guns and bring […]

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