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I’ve always wondered if they buy the khakis in bulk, or if there’s some sort of discount for people who want to look like a mid-level regional manager for a failing, mid-nineties paper company. The attire was the first clue that we weren’t dealing with
“BlueSky’s mission is to return agency to users and allow them to shape their digital interactions in a way that works best for them—not dictated by an overarching algorithm.” Let’s get one thing straight: Jay Graber is not Steve Jobs. They never will be. They’re not
There are a lot of insufferable things happening in America right now; inflation, failing infrastructure, brain-damaged, steroid addicts using the Nazi salute to salute orange cancer, in front of our White House, while a few dozen traitors in camo applauded like soulless seals at a zoo in Kabul, but
How 'Mental Health' Became the Ultimate Excuse for Weakness
“Skeets”. Are you serious? Listen, I get it, Twitter called them “tweets,” and Bluesky is supposed to be the alternative, so some clearly big-brained individual thought that giving it a half-assed tweaking was clever. Yeah. That really sets the place apart, doesn’t it? Unfortunately, it’s not
Memorial Day isn’t a barbecue. It isn’t a mattress sale. It isn’t the unofficial start of summer. It’s the day Americans stand knee-deep in ghosts. But more than that, it’s a debt etched in stone, carved into the earth where the bodies of soldiers,
The world watched, breath held, fists clenched, waiting for the inevitable eruption. A nation built on the myth of revolution, of defiance, of liberty or death, had every reason, every obligation, to burn its corruption to the ground. America’s Supremacist Court had not long prior gutted the citizenry’s
How America Became the World’s Most Pathetic Superpower
There’s a video floating around, probably more than one, of someone getting a little too close to a beaver. It starts the same way they all do. A phone out. A laugh. Maybe a comment about how calm it looks. Harmless. Cute, even. For a few seconds, that assumption
The Epstein files were supposed to bring transparency. Instead, they brought volume. Millions of pages, at least according to official descriptions. A data dump so large it should have reshaped conversation overnight. It didn’t. No wave of accountability. No clarity. No moment where everything suddenly made sense. Not even
Make America Great Again! And anyone who disagrees is a dangerous threat to America! Let’s clear the bullshit right away. That falls on its ugly face the moment you stop endlessly doom-scrolling on toxic echo chambers like Twitter or Bluesky, turn off cable news, and start paying attention.