Wherein I’m part film critic, part shrink, part marriage counselor, part art professor, part political pundit and part defender of abused white men who lash out at other white men.

I get a little Candace-y here.

If she was an old white guy.

Whatever.

Prove me wrong.

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Wherein I compare my freshly ex-mormon Utah non profit scam vs the multi billion dollar Somalian scams in Minnesota.

The statute of limitations has long since passed, and you might be surprised to know how short they are when it comes to getting away with stealing billions of your dollars.

White America cannot continue funding their own destruction.

Time get super tribal.

Yeah, fun.

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Wherein I describe the epiphany I had while watching Nikki Glaser’s Opening Monologue For The 2026 Golden Globes in which I had a vision of the complete & total destruction of celebrity influence.

AI will hopefully eliminate the phenomenon of humanity exalting actors (aka professional liars) and caring at all about what any of them have to say about anything.

Fingers crossed.

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Wherein I describe some super silly second guessing about posting my criticisms of Libertarians & Libertarianism as if I wasn’t a Libertarian like 15 minutes ago.

Then I continue to embarrass myself by explaining how I set the video to private, felt dumb about it, made it public again and then to make things worse, recorded this totally unnecessary gay explanation about the whole thing, which I will likely feel stupid about posting, ten seconds after posting it.

Yeah, like I said, super gay.

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Wherein I wonder how, when & why I became political, even as a kid, & try to explain my long, slow, realization that Libertarianism, is an ideology for non-committal jerks who think they are smarter than everyone else when really it’s just an excuse to not have to actually take a stand or do anything useful.

This one might hurt some feelings.

You’ll get over it.

I have faith in you.

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Wherein I wonder if the difference between conservatives and shrieking liberals is simply a matter of who did or didn’t get their way by throwing temper tantrums as children.

Seems almost too simple.

Also seems like it might be that simple.

Look, I never promised anyone genius content.

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Wherein I explore the notion that people who lie to your face, knowing you know they are lying, are actually displaying the power to sadistically control your emotions.

I describe how I did this a few times as a child, and still might occasionally harness this power to punk someone for a laugh.

Evil laughter is miles apart from wholesome laughter.

How do we know when we cross the line?

How do we avoid being controlled by these liars?

Not sure I find many answers here.

Still, might be a good idea to recognize the problem.

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Wherein I clumsily make a case for the usefulness of Hate in Moderation & implore women to stop trying to tell men not to be men and to be more like women.

Yes, I know the world also had problems when men ran it more, but it cannot improve by letting women take the wheel.

Biology is real.

God created a PARTNERSHIP between male and female, not a competition.

I also ponder what my life would have been like if I was 50% less girly.

I think it might have been better.

Mostly of my manliness, if there is any at all, I got from my step dad, not my intellectual father.

Blah blah blah.

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Wherein I argue that real men have the duty to stop criminals whether they are trying to run them over or trying to escape.

Any man who puts a woman on the front lines in a violent war is a terrorist & any woman who offers herself as a human shield has been obviously brainwashed.

2026 will make 2020 look like a walk in the park.

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Wherein I do my best to tell the story about the time when I sat on my front porch, eating yogurt with a suspected mob hitman who was looking for a guy who he claimed was in the witness protection program that had been staying at my house when I was out of town.

Not sure why this story has been on my mind lately but the uneasy feeling I have about the world reminds me of it & these people.

They kinda remind me of some of the pundits & figures on the right.

He shot my tree.

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