RANT Magazine presents engaging, enraging, and enchanting stories untethered from censorship, parent companies, and artificial word counts. RANT doesn't care about your listicles or your aggregate news feeds. RANT has no "news-hole" to fill and no big money "guiding" our editorials. The stories, columns, and screeds herein will be as long as they need to be. Forget about numbered lists, click-bait
, and one sentence "truths". Some think we're all too addled and stressed these days to sit down and read for pleasure. Maybe our brains are now hardwired for short, pithy 140 character soundbites and ridiculous overplayed memes. RANT disagrees. If there was ever a time and place for long-form, well-reasoned satire, the time is now. Humans will produce more information in just the year 2015 than has ever been created in the lifetime of our species. RANT is just the publication to sift through this information and mock it for the gutter trash that it is. RANT is not and does not attempt to be a news magazine. We could care less (for the most part) about breaking news or partisan bickering. Though our stories may inform the body politic, we are more akin to a zine, albeit a zine with impeccable taste. You can expect from RANT a range of gonzo, satire, human-interest, memoir, travel, poetry, and photography that will dazzle, amaze, inspire, frighten, and amuse. RANT's main offices are located in America's neo-futurist land of opportunity, Austin, Texas, but we welcome stories from all over the USA and elsewhere. Come experience the absurdity of expat life in Tokyo, Japan, sleazy politics out of Washington D.C., guides to public hookups in rural Virginia, and screeds of national and international importance. Join us, and together we will take back the attention span our generation.
