Imagine being the richest person in the world and needing your mother to come to your defense.
Think we’ve forgotten about the time that Elon was booed so badly by fans of Dave Chapelle (of all people) that he locked himself in his office and Twitter employees considered calling the cops to do a wellness check. What I’m saying is we can go harder. image
These motherfuckers are so insulated in their weird little world that JD Vance thought that going skiing in Vermont was gonna work out for him.
Gutting out Medicaid to pay for tax cuts for the wealthy is such absolute ghoul shit.
In light of everything happening, I wrote about how the KKK in the 1920s felt unstoppable, about the people that fought against them anyway, and about how fascism always fails. image
The problem with trying to write right now is you’ve got to slog through hours of existential dread first. I mean I guess that’s the problem with everything right now.
I know white house reporters are currently cowering for access, but it would be nice for someone to ask about Elon’s continued and ever-more-public drug abuse in the context of its threat to national security.
The little doge rats continue to be stymied by basic web tech. image
Well, my fascism coal mine canary just died. image
I am begging you: if you are writing a thread of more than a couple posts, get a blog. I don’t mean this in a mean way. I mean: allow this thought to continue to exist, outside of this platform, in an actually coherent, readable format that sticks around for longer than 20 minutes. You deserve it!