Christmas for losers
The idiot king rises again
Hi!
Thanks for opening this email / reading this post.
Setting an intention to not lose my mind.
Harry Troyer of Oklahoma felt confused that an 80 year-old billionaire didn’t want to stand outside in the cold with him and the thousands of rubes who have devoted their lives to his racism MLM.
The scope of this project seems daunting. Drop your opinion of privatized healthcare in the comments and help do your part.
As an adult who likes video games, I carry the appropriate amount of shame around this hobby. But something even less cool than a grown-up gamer? A grown-up who creates an elaborately embarrassing ruse to fake being a gamer.
Capitalism won’t stop breeding innovation, so when you get all the best and brightest idea guys together you know they’re going to come up with a banger, like, “what if there was an NBA that sucked?”
RIP David Lynch, you would have loved mystery balls.
Tunes to start the week with:
My favorite boygenius, Lucy Dacus, has released a new single that is lovely and kind of like bedroom pop cozy baroque. And a trio that sounds like a MadLib, T-Pain + Yaeji + Girl Talk, have put out a super charming disco track, “Believe in Ya.” It sounds like the best song on a Trolls soundtrack (complimentary).
Poem to start the week with:
She’s startin’ again! This is my form of resistence (lol jk kill me).
“rawdog” They added “rawdog” to the dictionary. Neutered the vulgar origin no phallic imagery or threat of STDs. Kids today don’t even drink or party! “Nostalgia is reactionary” I remind myself frustrated by a construct that doesn’t matter. My body was made of rubber. It was a time of invincibility. Living delirious with regret and fueled by horny ambition. Now you take a silent plane ride with nothing but your thoughts. In my day, when someone was scared they’d buy a gun.
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