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 a real estate empire he won’t be divesting from this time.
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.
I spent Veterans Day weekend in the Shenandoah Valley in the woods along the river with a friend from the Marines who lives about 200 yards from the banks of the South Fork, where it gets dim at 3pm in the shadow of the stretch of Massanutten Mountain that runs between Strickler’s Knob and Kennedy…
The biggest hesitation with listening to Mace and Greene complain about who uses which Capitol restroom is that it requires me to first imagine either of them in the bathroom at all, doing whatever the fuck it is they do that makes them so desperate to never be walked in on at all, by anyone…
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.
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…
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.