The first line of the second page sums up The American Dream nicely: “I’m forty-five years old and I’m angry.” This piece is printed in the fashion of so many other anarchist zines. It follows the collage format made punk-legendary in albums by the Dead Kennedys and Crass. There are upside down flags and horrifying pictures of animals being tortured. A smug-as-fuck Donald Trump stands in between an American soldier and a hooded member of the Ku Klux Klan. There is an image of glassy-eyed children standing for the flag and a veteran in a wheelchair missing three limbs. Even graphic designer John Yates’ Officer Friendly?—a classic image in the anarcho punk community—makes an appearance. There are criticisms of Monsanto and an image promising “Solidarity with Standing Rock.” My intention here is not to knock the work. I agree with so much of what is being put forth here. In my darkest moments, this zine is reflective of my own worst fears about the world. The American Dream can be one hundred percent right in its condemnation of the world and still may very well, though it would be a shame, end up unread on the free zine rack of your local coffee shop or DIY venue. My best hope for a radical zine like this is that somewhere, an energetic group of people are sitting down to discuss it together because it opens their eyes to new possibilities and means for destroying everything fucked up about this world. Fuck Donald Trump and Steve Bannon! Fuck the alt-right! Fuck the deportations and scapegoating of vulnerable people groups! –Jon Mule (The American Dream, 102 Richmond Dr. SE, Albuquerque, NM 87106, [email protected])