Shawn Macomber is a Philadelphia-based contributing editor to the American Spectator and Culture 11, MFA drop-out (still harboring dreams of creative glory) and writer-for-hire with a concentration on tax policy, hopeless political movements, abandoned political philosophies, dirty hippies & mommy’s basement anarchists, “You’ve Got Mail,” the films of Adrian Lyne, Hugh Grant, and grindcore. (Probably the only person working in the conservative/libertarian press to declare Pig Destroyer’s Phantom Limb the best album of 2007.) Having spent a good deal of the 2004 Republican National Convention in jail and the entire 2005 parliamentary elections at Samarra, Iraq polling stations watching people trudge through fresh mortar craters to vote, he is having trouble taking the bellyaching around American elections seriously, even though taking it seriously is probably the most explicit part of his job description. More? Spent a good deal of 2006 in war zones, third world slums, faux “extreme tourism” Latvian prisons and the encampments of delusional, armed American conspiracy theorists for a book that in all likelihood will never be published… because he is just that smart. Also: Married with Pugs. Part-time joykiller. Full-time herbivore. Writing — usually at approximately half the speed he should be, alas. (Good thing he’s married to a lawyer.) Other places his work has appeared include the Los Angeles Times, the Weekly Standard, Radar, Reason, Yankee and National Review Online. Like everyone else, he’s got a website.

 

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