The Perfect Schadenfreude
It’s still fuzzy on what the perfect schadenfreude is going to look like once this new machine is up and running but right now I want my mom to get arrested by US Marshals every time her Medicare automatically renews.
It’s still fuzzy on what the perfect schadenfreude is going to look like once this new machine is up and running but right now I want my mom to get arrested by US Marshals every time her Medicare automatically renews.
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.
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…
Right now in the custodians’ break room at Fox News there is a whiteboard on the wall where they are working out the odds to see which one of them will be named Secretary of the Interior.
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.
I’m soaking up these last normal runs at quaint holiday tradition for the next four years. It’s just damn sweet to have a turkey pardoning or tree lighting or Easter egg roll with nothing but a warm message and not some treatise on victimhood or a whole string of invective about enemies. It’s the little…
Two weeks now since Election Day and I’m still feeling annihilated. I’m not sad and I’m not angry. I knew this was coming. I could see it everywhere I spent time over the past year and a half. I could see it in the yards, in the storefronts, in the parking lots. I overheard it…