Stacks and Stacks of Trump Facts
During the no-crime hush money trial that has been going on, Donald Trump has been seen constantly carrying around a stack of papers that can only be defined as a raging pillar of truth.
Rockin’ Rudy
As of the end of last week, America’s mayor, Rudy Giuliani, has again upped the ante to solidify his run as America’s bad boy.
An update so short it's not an update
I know I tend to make this “Weekly wrap-up” more about me and my feelings. Moving forward, I would like to make it more about the world and the people who make it move. So, to wrap this whole thing up, I’ll say “Thank You” to those who follow us.
The Choice Truly is Clear
One of the most salient narratives about RFK Jr. is that he is an environmental advocate (but hates the Green New Steal) with strange conspiratorial beliefs about vaccines, diseases, and official government narratives… an outsider who lives by his own reality and is simultaneously rejected by his own family?
An update so short it sucks.
I am horrible at self-promotion. There was one time at a Junior High dance when I tried to promote my fashion sense by shaving groove marks into my right eyebrow. This was 1993, so I really couldn’t tell you where the inspiration came from, but it was there alright.
Justice Denied!
Facts don’t care about your feelings!
Trump’s lawyers really dropped the ball on this one. Truly a travesty of justice.
Dog Gone Kristi Noem
She shot a one-year-old dog in the face because she said it was untrainable and that it bit a few things…which dogs do when they are young and untrained…they bite things.
Ya learn somethin' stupid every day.
How is it that we can be so confused by the post-structuralist notion that “nothing means anything” while at the same time insisting that what they–whoever “they” are–must certainly be using the “OK” hand gesture as an Alt-Right Neo-Nazi Bird-Call… Or Dog-Whistle, or what the fuck ever?
An update so short it almost doesn't exist.
If you’re wondering, yes, that is me all alone in my car, yelling at myself. Today, I yell the words “fuck” and “Yeah!”
Non-Sequiturs and Pain
Love is a fucked-up abomination to a strict philosophical naturalism. Loss is the bitter correction that makes the aforementioned statement forgettable.
Quit playing games with my heart attack.
First, the panic sets in. Then, the chest pain continues to grow. Suddenly, a sweat breaks out (another symptom of a heart attack), and everything that happens next is a blur.