Wherein I once again describe how someone I don’t like reminds me of me.

It’s always about me, isn’t it?

For Bill, it’s about Bill.

He and & have a lot in common and I hate it.

I’m better than him though, because, well, this is a problem that is pretty easy to figure out.

Anyway, all I wanted was to hear what Woody Allen & Billy Joel had to say, but Bill didn’t let him get a word in edgewise.

Sad state of affairs.

Jews.

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Wherein I recount my experience listening to SCOTUS yesterday, talking about gun shenanigans & how that lead me down another road of tribalism, sexism, racism etc.

More specifically, race mixing, tribe mixing & the worst of all, vote mixing.

Interracial marriages? Yeah, I talk about that too.

Weirdly, I have pretty direct experience with all of it.

So do you.

Brady Bunch stuff.

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Wherein I describe my thoughts about haters, from the perspective of a hated hater myself.

Is sh!tposting courageous?

What is courage?

Does it take courage to simply describe reality?

Why am I checking notifications as 3am?

Why aren’t Michael Jackson’s & Madonna’s surgeons in jail?

Lots of low talking on this one.

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Wherein I opine about the above movie while wondering if it may have secretly poisoned my brain, because, well, it was released by Netflix, & one is a fool to not suspect Netflix of doing serious shady psychological fudgery.

I also mention William’s Syndrome, Down’s Syndrome and other blessings disguised as defects.

A bit of crow barring here.

What else is new.

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Wherein I kinda review the dumbest 2026 Golden Globe winning movie: “Sinners” but veer off into a discussion about black versus white tribalism and how most black people really do think white people are vampires who deserve to be massacred and most white people are too afraid to say anything about it.

Wake up, Whitey, Amy Poehler is gonna get you killed.

Ok, that was dramatic.

Still.

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Wherein I dissect the subversive gay communist messages that make up the entire storyline and then discuss the fallout when it was discovered that the whole intent was to make a “queer coded” movie for kids.

Believe it or not, the released version is after they made it “less gay”.

It’s still super gay.

But your average child would never know it.

And that’s the point.

Time to end the colonization of American institutions by subversive communist maggots.

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Wherein I kinda review the newest Mission Impossible movie by explaining how impossible it is that they crammed every single movie cliche into one movie so impossibly boring that I spent most of it thinking about how shitty Sean Penn is even though he isn’t even part of Mission Impossible.

I complain about Sean Penn a lot.

This one is grumpy on top of grouchy.

I doubt your day will be improved by listening to it.

You have been warned.

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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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