The Perfect Schadenfreude

I’m switching back and forth between the email I just received from my daughter’s school alerting everyone that a student has pertussis and the announcement that RFK Jr. has been nominated for HHS just because I can. I’m beyond feeling bad, shit is just legitimately fascinating now.

Heads are spinning so hard at the severity of Trump’s appointments that I’m not seeing any real conversation at all about his 57% stake in a publicly traded media platform where he will be posting as President of the United States, can dictate reality to his followers, throttle criticism, and ban dissent. It’s not just…

Now that his dreams have been realized and he feels amazing but also his business has been reduced to a shell of itself and has been evicted from its warehouse, his reputation is a punchline, and he’s broke and unable to pay his legal fees while several defamation suits remain unresolved, and there are no…

Attorney. General. Matt. Gaetz. Nothing means anything anymore. Don’t wait for society to topple from above. Start now. Leave restroom keys behind on the sink. Set all radio presets to the metal stations. Trap squirrels and release them in Target.