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We Need to Stop This Reckless Rhetoric About Abolishing the Thought Police

Cezary Jan Strusiewicz — Thu, 16 Jul 2026 20:00:00 -0400

“As a new video emerged capturing gunshots and yelling in a fatal shooting in Maine involving federal immigration officers, the state’s governor called on Congress to immediately reform and rein in ICE ‘before more families are robbed of a loved one.’” — ABC News

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I’ve been hearing a lot of talk lately about abolishing the Thought Police, and frankly, it’s the sort of unserious political discourse that has sadly inundated our everyday lives. Everyone wants to tear down institutions these days. Nobody wants to BUILD. Nobody has any respect for tradition anymore. The Thought Police have existed for over forty years now. They’re right there with the Parthenon, the pyramids, and New Coke.

Some of our greatest cultural achievements are younger than the Thought Police. The Segway is younger than the TP. The Slanket. The Furby. Can you imagine the modern world without those marvels of civilization? Of course not. Then how come the Thought Police doesn’t get the same consideration? If we start just dismantling every government institution all willy-nilly, pretty soon we’ll be living in a country where agencies are expected to justify their existence instead of simply continuing to exist because they already exist.

Critics also love pointing out how the Thought Police weren’t even part of Oceania’s original governmental structure, having been established during a national security reorganization following the bombings by The Brotherhood. You know what I call that? Modernization. Progress. That is textbook adapting to the times, which is also why I’m glad that the Thought Police have since expanded beyond their original mandate.

Agencies that remain narrowly focused on things like “goals” or “the law” or “the Constitution” demonstrate a shocking lack of initiative. The Thought Police understood this better than anyone. They looked at the problem of policing thoughts and, boldly and BRAVELY, asked themselves whether facial expressions, private conversations, body language, suspicious silences, and generally giving off a bad vibe also deserved government attention.

Yes, much has been made of the fact that the Thought Police seem to devote a worrisome amount of attention to perfectly ordinary citizens instead of to hardened enemies of the state. I don’t even know how to respond to that without treating my imaginary opponent in this debate like a literal baby. Goo-goo-gaga. Does that address your concerns? Do you want a bottle? Then listen up, kiddo: Ordinary citizens make up the overwhelming majority of the population. From an efficiency perspective, concentrating on citizens simply makes more fiscal sense. If every law enforcement agency focused only on wrongdoers, there would be no reason to grow them or expand their role. And infinite growth is not only possible, it’s also what all government agencies should strive for.

There has likewise been a lot of manufactured outrage over the agency operating discreetly, often not identifying themselves even amid arrests and interrogations. This obsession with visibility is deeply worrying. Some things should stay hidden. Would you want glass walls around public toilets? Should department stores’ changing rooms have streaming cameras inside them? You see my point. Plus, the uncertainty of who the Thought Police are and what they are doing creates a healthier society. Citizens become more polite/paranoid, which are basically the same thing. Gossip goes down, people stop sharing their inane opinions with you, and life generally improves when neighbors start worrying if asking to borrow your pruning shears could be interpreted as domestic terrorism.

Finally, the would-be killers of the Thought Police assure us that all the functions performed by the agency could be transferred elsewhere, under the jurisdiction of people who don’t treat the Constitution as a series of buzzkill suggestions. This breathtaking optimism reveals just how little the public understands the ultimate call of the TP. The Thought Police are but a humble participant in Big Brother’s much larger and more noble undertaking: the creation of a government so attentive, so involved, and so lovingly present that citizens never have to suffer the anxiety of wondering whether anyone is watching. You can slap a different badge on them and give their “We can do whatever we want” warrants a new letterhead, but that won’t change our day-to-day reality.

So, no, the Thought Police should remain exactly where they are. Not because they’re perfect but because they have become an institution. After all, true institutional greatness is measured not by whether a program works but by how difficult it’d be to get rid of it. And don’t you want to live in a world where that kind of tick-like perseverance gets rewarded?

Effective Immediately, Every God-Fearing Soldier Will Be Jacked to the Gills with Testosterone

Kate Chrisman — Thu, 16 Jul 2026 14:15:00 -0400

“Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth announced on Wednesday a new mandatory screening program to test all service members age 30 and older, including women, for testosterone deficiency annually.” – New York Times

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In the past, Washington said the real dangers facing Americans were nuclear weapons, cyberattacks, China, terrorism, and online radicalization. I, too, have seen many of these reports.

But none of them capture the true threat facing the American public: low testosterone levels.

Numbers don’t lie. Since we started testing testosterone levels yesterday, the results were the worst this country has ever seen. Effective immediately, every god-fearing soldier will be jacked to the gills with T.

Consider the modern battlefield—a brutal and unrelenting place. On a remote base outside Las Vegas, a drone operator sits in an air-conditioned office, headset on, coffee in hand. Under this new directive, the operator’s testosterone levels that were once low are now dangerously high. Before his hand even touches the joystick, his hormone panel is transmitted through diplomatic channels. American T levels end the war before it even begins.

If the enemy doesn’t grasp what 1,472 nanograms per deciliter means—and to be honest, some of them won’t; that’s sort of the whole problem with these people—then yes, we get to send the missile.

But not just any missile. While our T enhancement program starts with the individual warfighter, we’re not stopping there. Our engineers are already developing next-generation payloads by replacing components in our missile programs with material that’s 100 percent natural, 100 percent destructive, and 100 percent pure American testosterone.

Now sure, some skeptics will say if testosterone is the answer for America, isn’t it the answer for the whole world? And to that I say, “We’re keeping this information top secret by releasing it on all major social media platforms.”

Once we’ve optimized the individual fighter and the arsenal, the last piece is infrastructure. That’s why, together with Secretary Kennedy at Health and Human Services, we’re removing fluoride from the water supply and replacing it with trace amounts of 100 percent pure testosterone, sourced exclusively from the manosphere.

Ladies of America, we kindly (but forcefully) ask that you refrain from drinking water.

I’ve heard the criticism. Some have asked whether providing government-funded T to our troops is a form of gender-affirming hormone therapy. Absolutely not. Gender-affirming hormone therapy is when the government gives service members testosterone to help them align their bodies with their gender identity. This T is being administered to align their bodies with the Pentagon’s identity.

Whether our military members are deployed to Iran, the Pacific theater, or the streets of Dubuque, Iowa, Americans can feel safe knowing our soldiers are now experiencing the combat-ready effects of mainlining testosterone, including increased aggression, acne, a low sperm count, and excessive body hair.

Disgruntled Performance

Ali Fitzgerald — Thu, 16 Jul 2026 12:45:00 -0400

Lest We Forget the Horrors: An Unending Catalog of Trump’s Cruelties, Collusions, Corruptions, and Crimes: June 2026: Atrocities 1014-1112

Emily Greenberg and Chase Bush-McLaughlin — Thu, 16 Jul 2026 08:00:00 -0400

Early in President Trump’s first term, McSweeney’s editors began to catalog the head-spinning number of misdeeds coming from his administration. We called this list a collection of Trump’s cruelties, collusions, corruptions, and crimes, and it felt urgent to track them, to ensure these horrors—happening almost daily—would not be forgotten. Now that Trump has returned to office, amid civil rights, humanitarian, economic, and constitutional crises, we felt it critical to make an inventory of this new round of horrors. This list will be updated monthly between now and the end of Donald Trump’s second term.

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ATROCITY KEY

– Authoritarianism
– Constitutional Illegalities, Collusion, and/or Obstruction of Justice
– Environment
– Harassment, Bullying, Retribution, and/or Sexual Misconduct
– Lies and Misinformation
– Musk Madness
– Policy
– Public Statements and Social Media Posts
– Trump Family Business Dealings
– Trump Staff and Administration
– White Supremacy, Racism, Misogyny, Homophobia, Transphobia, and/or Xenophobia

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May 2026

Main Index

Trump’s first term

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June 2026

– June 1, 2026 – The Trump administration issued a rule narrowing the Medicaid work requirement’s exemption for people who are “medically frail,” making it available only to those whose conditions “significantly impair” their ability to work. The rule states that diagnoses including cancer, HIV/AIDS, and end-stage renal disease do not by themselves qualify for the exemption.
– June 1, 2026 – As Canada’s trade minister traveled to Washington for talks on the future of the US-Mexico-Canada Agreement, Donald Trump reposted a Bloomberg article about Canada’s technical recession with the comment: “51st State!” It was his first public use of the phrase in months.
– June 3, 2026 – The New York Times reported that a previously undisclosed Department of Homeland Security inspector general report had found repeated mistreatment of detainees at Louisiana’s Winn Correctional Center, including an officer placing one detainee in a chokehold and another stabbing a detainee’s thumb with a pen. Investigators also said the facility later refused to provide complete video footage of some use-of-force incidents.
– June 3, 2026 – New Jersey Governor Mikie Sherrill said federal immigration officials again refused to allow her into the Delaney Hall detention center in Newark. The day before, New Jersey had sued the GEO Group, the private prison contractor operating the facility, after it refused access to state health inspectors, as protests outside continued in solidarity with a hunger and labor strike by detainees.
– June 3, 2026 – The Washington Post reported that the Trump administration had appointed pardoned January 6 rioter Elias Irizarry to the Defense Department’s Special Operations and Low Intensity Conflict office, which oversees sensitive special operations and counterterrorism matters. Irizarry had pleaded guilty to entering the Capitol through a broken window while carrying a metal pole.
– June 3, 2026 – Donald Trump signed an executive order stripping job protections from nearly eight thousand federal employees in policy-making roles, making it easier to fire career civil servants. A subsequent New York Times investigation found that the White House had privately pressured the Merit Systems Protection Board before a March ruling embracing the administration’s expansive view of presidential power over the civil service. As Trump signed the order, White House aide James Sherk explained that it would treat policymakers like private-sector employees: “If they’re messing up, then they can be removed quickly.”
– June 4, 2026 – Mamuka Artmeladze, a forty-three-year-old man from Georgia, died in ICE custody at Winn Correctional Center in Louisiana, becoming the fiftieth person to die in immigration detention during Donald Trump’s second administration. His death came days after ICE ended a policy requiring the agency to publicly report deaths occurring within thirty days of a detainee’s release.
– June 4, 2026 – Lawfare reported that at least ninety-seven January 6 defendants pardoned by Donald Trump had since been arrested for, charged with, or convicted of new crimes, more than twice the number previously documented. The study identified five cases in which Trump’s pardons allegedly enabled later crimes by releasing offenders who otherwise would likely have remained incarcerated, including one who was later sentenced to life in prison for child molestation and another who was convicted of grand larceny and burglary.
– June 4, 2026 – Donald Trump pardoned Stephen Buyer, a Republican who represented Indiana in the US House from 1993 to 2011. Buyer was convicted in 2023 for trading on confidential information about a T-Mobile/Sprint merger and Guidehouse’s acquisition of Navigant, including a tip from a T-Mobile executive during a golf outing, and was sentenced to twenty-two months in prison after the judge found that he had obstructed justice by giving false explanations for his trades.
– June 4, 2026 – After multiple musicians withdrew from National Mall concerts for America’s 250th anniversary, saying they had been misled about the event’s political ties, Donald Trump announced his own rally with Lee Greenwood and Christopher Macchio. Trump said the other artists had been told “to stay home,” promised a “Rally to end all Rallies,” and listed himself among the performers as “a fine and highly dignified gentleman known as, President DONALD J. TRUMP!”
– June 4, 2026 – Parents of transgender children treated at Mount Sinai Health System reported that the hospital had told them it would provide their children’s medical records to the Trump administration under a federal subpoena. The reports followed a similar demand made by the administration to NYU Langone for years of records on minors treated for gender dysphoria, as well as files on the clinicians who cared for them.
– June 5, 2026 – Speaking to farmers in Wisconsin as his trade and foreign policies drove up costs, Donald Trump told supporters, “I don’t need this. I got elected. What the hell do I have to be here for?” He added, “I could be home right now in the beautiful White House, enjoying watching somebody else on television talking.”

Trump Addresses Wisconsin Farmers (WKOW)
– June 5, 2026 – A federal judge ordered the Trump administration to restart asylum and immigration processing after striking down policies that had frozen asylum grants and halted immigration benefits for people from thirty-nine countries, most of them in Africa and the Middle East. “The court is reminded” that immigrants are often told to “follow the law” and “do things the right way,” the judge wrote. “This case serves as a perfect example of immigrants doing just that.”
– June 5, 2026 – An auction for oil leases in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge ended with bids on only about 70,000 of the 689,000 acres offered, despite Donald Trump’s promises to extract “liquid gold” from a refuge he had called “the biggest find anywhere in the world, as big as Saudi Arabia.” No major international oil companies participated, and the sale raised just $3.7 million, nearly half of it from Alaska’s state-owned economic development corporation.
– June 5, 2026 – The New York Times reported that the Trump administration had drafted an order directing the US Forest Service to open millions of acres of national forest land to off-road vehicles, including about five million acres mostly in Idaho and Montana that the agency had recommended to Congress for wilderness protection.
– June 5, 2026 – A Washington judge dismissed the Kennedy Center’s lawsuit against jazz musician Chuck Redd, who canceled his annual Christmas Eve jazz concert after the Center’s Trump-appointed board added Donald Trump’s name to the building. Redd had hosted the concert since 2006. The court found that he had not signed the 2025 agreement the Center claimed he breached and noted that the free concert lost no ticket sales.
– June 5, 2026 – FBI Director Kash Patel fired five bureau employees connected to a 2023 internal memo about far-right extremists’ interest in “radical-traditionalist Catholic” ideology. An internal review had found that the memo violated professional standards but showed “no evidence of malicious intent.” After the firings, Patel posted, “This FBI will never infringe on religious freedom.”
– June 6, 2026 – The New York Times reported that the Trump administration began greatly expanding immigration court dockets to accelerate deportations, with some judges’ caseloads doubling or tripling. In one New Orleans courtroom, more than two hundred cases were scheduled over two days, and immigration lawyers said eighty-nine people were declared absent and therefore deportable. In Chicago, a judge addressed more than twenty immigrants at once and gave them twenty days to submit their cases in writing.
– June 7, 2026 – The New York Times reported that recent US intelligence reports expressed serious concerns that Israeli spy agencies had intensified efforts to eavesdrop on senior Trump administration officials involved in negotiations with Iran. The day before, NBC News had reported on the Pentagon’s decision to raise Israel’s counterintelligence threat level to its highest rating. Current and former US officials said senior Trump aides made themselves easier targets by conducting national security business on personal phones, flying on private aircraft, and declining support from US embassies abroad.
– June 7, 2026 – Trump stormed out of a Meet the Press interview with NBC’s Kristen Welker. Early in the interview, Trump became agitated when Welker questioned him about his fund for January 6 rioters. After Trump made incorrect statements about California’s gubernatorial election process, Welker asked him to supply evidence. “They’re crooked, just like you’re crooked, your press is crooked. And Meet the Press is crooked,” Trump responded. He later added, “You’re either crooked, or you’re stupid. You play right into their hands with this crap. You know that these elections are rigged. Your network knows that they’re rigged,” and walked out.

Trump Argues with Kristen Welker on Meet the Press (WKYC)
– June 8, 2026 – Trump nominated Todd Blanche, his former personal defense lawyer, for attorney general. As deputy and then acting attorney general, Blanche fired numerous Justice Department employees, targeted Trump’s enemies with indictments, was involved in the mishandling of the Epstein files, and played a significant role in the administration’s controversial proposal to create a $1.8 billion fund for those claiming they were victims of government mistreatment, including Capitol attack rioters. “Todd Blanche has never stopped acting as Donald Trump’s personal lawyer,” said Stacey Young, founder of Justice Connection.
– June 8, 2026 – Knicks fans booed Trump during the NBA Finals at Madison Square Garden. After Trump announced he would attend the finals, becoming the first sitting US president to do so, intense security measures were put in place. Other ticket holders were forced to wait in line for hours and undergo airport-style security screening while the streets around Madison Square Garden were shut down. When Trump briefly appeared on screen during the national anthem, fans booed. Asked later about the boos, Trump said, “It was, I think, mostly cheers.” Trump was later filmed sleeping during the Knicks’ only loss in the series.
– June 8, 2026 – Somalian soccer referee Omar Artan was denied entrance to the US despite holding a diplomatic passport and visa. An anonymous Trump administration official alleged that Artan had associated with “suspected members of terror organizations,” an accusation that many Somalians felt was unfair. Last year, Trump issued a travel ban against Somalia and called its people “garbage.” Artan would have been Somalia’s first World Cup referee.
– June 8, 2026 – Activists began a fast and vigil in solidarity with detainees at two ICE facilities in Adelanto, California. The detainees at Adelanto ICE Processing Center and the Desert View Annex had been on a hunger and labor strike since mid-May over inadequate access to clean water, food, and medical care. Four detainees had already died at Adelanto between January 2025 and the beginning of the fast.
– June 9, 2026 – Social Security’s trustees said the program would reach a critical low by 2032, a quarter earlier than last year’s projection, due in part to Trump’s immigration and tax policies. This would mean the government would need to cut monthly benefits by 22 percent beginning in 2032. Over fifty-six million people rely on Social Security.
– June 9, 2026 – The Government Accountability Office found that Camp East Montana, an ICE tent encampment in Texas, endangered migrants and wasted millions. The GAO’s report cited loaded guns that went missing, people with HIV and diabetes left untreated, and cookies used in lieu of cleaning services. In the six months prior, three detainees died at Camp East Montana, including Geraldo Lunas Campos, whose death following a struggle with guards was ruled a homicide.
– June 9, 2026 – A ProPublica investigation revealed that the family of an Indian billionaire targeted by Trump secured major policy concessions from the Trump administration after investing in a company tied to Donald Trump Jr. The Trump administration had previously targeted the Ambani energy empire with tariffs. However, after Anant Ambani befriended Donald Trump Jr., his family made a nine-figure investment in America First Refining, a Texas startup in which Donald Trump, Jr. held partial equity. Around the time of the investment, the Ambani family secured major policy wins that benefited their company, Reliance Industries, including lower tariffs, a license to buy Venezuelan oil, and a sanctions waiver to buy Russian crude after the Iran war began.
– June 9, 2026 – Joint research by MS Now and the Marshall Project concluded that ICE had detained over five hundred babies and toddlers under Trump. After analyzing documents obtained by the Deportation Data Project, the journalists determined that ICE had twenty-five children aged three or younger in custody on an average day, a tenfold increase compared to when Biden was in office. Many children were held longer than the court-mandated twenty-day limit and went without proper nutrition, medical treatment, sleep environments, or toys. Pediatricians have said that detention at such a young age can have long-term consequences for a child’s health and development.
– June 10, 2026 – After US prices rose at their fastest rate in three years, Trump said, “I love it. The numbers were great. You know what I really love? I love the inflation.” According to Bureau of Labor Statistics numbers for May, prices rose by 4.2 percent in the past year, including a 0.4 percent spike from April to May due to the war in Iran. Trump later claimed his words were taken out of context.

Trump on Latest Inflation Numbers: “I love it.” (KWTX)
– June 10, 2026 – Trump shared a clip from the television series The West Wing to justify new strikes against Iran. On Truth Social, Trump described the strikes as self-defense in response to Iranian aggression. He then posted a clip from The West Wing in which the fictional President Josiah Bartlet, played by Martin Sheen, argues that the US should hit its enemies with a “disproportional response,” leading to “total disaster.”
– June 10, 2026 – An immigration judge ordered the deportation of Mohsen Mahdawi, a Columbia University graduate student detained during the Trump administration’s crackdown on pro-Palestinian protesters. Mahdawi’s lawyers argued that their client could not be deported while his habeas corpus petition was still making its way through the courts.
– June 10, 2026 – Seeking to comply with Trump’s March 2026 executive order cracking down on mail-in voting, the Postal Service said it wouldn’t deliver mail ballots for states that refuse to hand over voter lists. Trump has repeatedly claimed without evidence that mail-in voting leads to voter fraud and sought federal control over elections, which is illegal. “This would deny eligible people the right to vote. Full stop. This is not in the president’s power. It’s absolutely clear in the Constitution—states run elections,” said Tobias Read, Oregon’s secretary of state.
– June 10, 2026 – Energy Secretary Chris Wright claimed that his department had not targeted Democratic states, despite DOE lawyers testifying to the contrary. “No decisions were made on politics,” Wright told a House committee. Meanwhile, his own lawyers had stated in filings related to the termination of eleven clean energy grants in states that Trump lost in 2024 that “a primary reason for the termination decisions at issue is because of location in blue states.” Two days after Wright spoke to the House committee, US District Judge Amit Mehta ruled that the grants must be restored.

Chris Wright Spars with House Dems (The Hill)
– June 11, 2026 – A lawncare company run by Trump supporter James Hagedorn pledged to donate $1 million to repair any damage to the South Lawn caused by the UFC fight held on Trump’s birthday. Citizens for Responsibility and Ethics in Washington (CREW) said the arrangement raised ethics questions. “Major corporations generally don’t do things out of the goodness of their heart. It’s generally they do things for the government because they want something from the government,” said Jordan Libowitz, CREW’s vice president.
– June 11, 2026 – Trump administration officials suggested a novel approach to paying medical bills: borrowing from health insurers. According to reporting by The New York Times, the unusual suggestion was included in a long, dense final rule issued in May on how the ACA will operate. Over a third of US households already have medical debt. “The last thing you want to do is to increase deductibles and load people up with more medical debt. It seems hugely out of touch with where people are,” said Neale Mahoney, an economist at Stanford University.
– June 11, 2026 – Seven states—Connecticut, Massachusetts, North Carolina, Oregon, Rhode Island, Vermont, and Washington—announced they would not participate in Trump’s “Great American State Fair.” While several states cited budget constraints and other resource constraints, others expressed concern over the event’s partisan nature.
– June 11, 2026 – Trump threatened to take over DC if Janeese Lewis George, a democratic socialist, won the Democratic mayoral primary. When asked about the campaign, Trump did not name George but appeared to reference her in his remarks: “I wouldn’t like it—and maybe we take back Washington, run it on the federal basis. We won’t put up with it. We’re not going to lose our businesses.” Trump does not have the legal authority to unilaterally revoke DC’s right to self-government.
– June 12, 2026 – The Justice Department approved a $111 billion Paramount–Warner Bros. merger that could potentially cause massive layoffs and major disruption to the film, television, and streaming industries. With the new acquisition, Paramount will have 200 million subscribers. Paramount’s CEO, David Ellison, is the son of Larry Ellison, a longtime friend of Trump’s.
– June 12, 2026 – Federal agents searched the office of Ohio Organizing...

A Case for the Giant Toxic Goo Pit I Want to Build in the Center of Town

Ellie Race-Moore — Wed, 15 Jul 2026 13:00:00 -0400

I am a humble man. I made my fortune the old-fashioned way, through grit, determination, and a small multi-million-dollar loan from my father. And now I’m trying to achieve something beyond what humans have ever imagined: a giant toxic goo pit.

Polling suggests people are upset with the giant pit of toxic goo I’m planning to build in the center of town. I’m here to put your mind at ease. The toxic goo is harmless. It’s just the liberal media who’ve been giving it a bad name.

Yes, I’m planning to tear down the beloved historic bird sanctuary, once the crown jewel of the city center. But we need that space to build the goo.

I know the press has been saying toxic goo is bad. That it’ll suck up all the water. That it causes cancer. That it gives babies laser eyes. But isn’t this just what no-nothing naysayers do? Call into question great men who are trying to create the future? The media loves to paint the goo as “dangerous.” But studies have shown only a dozen cases of babies with laser eyes. And my company generously gave the parents of those babies $3,000 to laser-proof their homes.

All of the “evil” the goo pit will cause has been completely overblown. The goo will suck up some water, but all the water? Absolutely not. That’s hyperbolic. The goo pit will take about 90 percent of the town’s water and contaminate the rest.

I am implementing this project because I love this beautiful town. The toxic goo powers my massive empire of wealth, and enables me to give back to you people. Why, just last year I donated fifteen iPads to the local elementary school so they could learn to code or whatever. It doesn’t really matter since all those jobs will be obsolete in three to five years (the goo is really good at coding).

Something else these so-called “journalists” won’t tell you is that the goo will bring more jobs. Who do you think will dig the giant pit? Machines can’t do it all. Some tasks still require backbreaking labor, perfect work for the hard-working humans of this town. Wouldn’t you all love the promise of waking up every morning (including weekends) and heading over to the goo pit for twelve hours a day? Yes, you’d have to sign a liability waiver acknowledging that you might turn into some kind of mutated half-human, half-goo pod—but think about the job security.

Or, to be more precise and transparent: job security for the next six to nine months. You see, once we dig the giant pit and fill it, the goo kind of runs itself. But while they last, the jobs will be pretty good. And of course, once the goo pit is installed, we will need a few dozen goo managers to make sure the goo keeps gurgling away.

There are towns that would love to have this toxic goo pit. In fact, some think you should be paying me for the honor of hosting the goo. But out of the goodness of my heart, I am offering you this goo pit for free. Just give me a few billion in tax breaks, and we will break ground tomorrow.

Listen, folks, the goo is our future. The goo is our god and will replace silly things like art, reading, and humanity. We won’t need any of that stuff once the goo reaches its terrible, beautiful final form.

In the end, progress must reign. That’s why I’ve used my massive wealth to bribe the government, which in turn used eminent domain to take the land we want for the goo pit. So you might as well stop complaining.

For what it’s worth, I think you will all come to love the goo in time. Yes, there’s a fair-to-definite chance that the goo will seep into the water supply and give everyone bone worms. But these are the risks we must take for the future of our civilization (i.e, the goo).

Introducing: MAN-THOLOGY, by Alpha Male Guru, Chud Buffly

Tom Ellison — Wed, 15 Jul 2026 09:00:00 -0400

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Alpha Master Chud Buffly has hunted and gathered his most elite tips and musings into a daily reading that will allow all men to achieve peak performance with only the most primal practices, protocols, and powders. With the help of frequent McSweeney’s contributor, Tom Ellison, Buffly offers hacks on everything from barbells to blockchain and finance to females.

We’re happy to feature an excerpt from this important tome, which is out later this year, but available for preorder wherever you purchase books, multivitamins, and creatine.

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Introducing: MAN-THOLOGY
by Alpha Male Guru Chud Buffly
(as told to Tom Ellison)

Let me set the stage (figuratively, not in a “theater” way).

Men today are in crisis. Some of the signs are glaring, such as the troubling drop in male college graduation rates, or the equally troubling rise of Timothée Chalamet. Others are more pernicious. Inequality. Illness. Loneliness. While such silent epidemics may be unfamiliar to many readers, they constitute a social crisis (for men).

Clearly, times are changing, as my attorney, Chloe, keeps reminding me in that strangely frantic tone. What is a man to do? Just chill? Look inward? Certainly not.

It might seem unbelievable, but years ago I was just another of these lost souls—broke, alone, and weak. Until I reached a turning point. And when my candy-ass Honda Civic skidded past that turning point and flipped into an abandoned quarry, I knew I’d hit rock bottom.

But luckily for me, those struggles began my quest to become the world’s foremost Alpha male. By now, I’ve worked with literally trillions of guys, whether via the Chuditude podcast, the comments section of ChudBuffly.com, or my Alpha Elite Lone Wolf Renegade Brigade Coaching Discord.¹

And luckily for you, the essential insights I’ve acquired along the way are hitting shelves in November in MAN-THOLOGY: 365 Alpha Maxims Guaranteed to Help You Know Everything, Feel Nothing, Get Jacked, and Never Die.

Finally.

A book.

But for men.

I never would have imagined myself writing a book. I’ve always thought of books as nothing more than written-down podcasts. But then a beta chump named Tom offered to do the grunt work of collating my daily insights.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because what you’re doing with masculinity should be exposed to the world. Plus I could use the money,” he said.

“Thanks for the kind words,” I replied. “I hope you take ChudCoin.”²

So I started texting, voice-noting, and drive-by screaming daily doses of Alpha wisdom to Tom, which he turned into my book with all that clickety-clack stuff. Commit to reading and internalizing each entry, and after a year I guarantee you’ll be completely unrecognizable to even your dearest loved ones.

MAN-THOLOGY is needed now more than ever. It seems the world is constantly telling men there is something wrong with us. That we should be better, or learn, or evolve, or something.

Well, an Alpha doesn’t let anyone tell him how to live.

That’s your first tip, write that down.

Within MAN-THOLOGY, you’ll find pure, uncut truth on everything from workout tips, to mindset hacks, to investment philosophies, to family and other trivialities. It’s everything an Alpha needs to know.

As you grind through each sentence, you’ll come one step closer to chiseling your body, callusing your mind, dominating your career, stuffing your wallet, numbing your emotions, and optimizing your every waking minute until you are manly enough to be happy in your own skin.

Plus, it’s fun.

MAN-THOLOGY is for anyone. Perhaps you are a man who is discovering the book just in time to save you from a life of mediocrity and salad. Maybe you can buy it for your husband so he’ll stop weeping into his BabyBjörn. Perhaps you are a budding Alphling already in the Chud Buffly ecosystem, and you’re simply looking for something to goosh spiders. Perhaps you are an aspiring female Alpha male, or Alphette.³

Whoever you are, I welcome you as my Alpha brothers and sister-brothers. The Alpha male movement is broad and inclusive, welcoming anyone willing to 1) follow my comprehensive teachings to the letter 2) provide a valid credit card number or crypto wallet. Come on in, the Alpha water is fine.⁴

So let me pre-congratulate you on making the first good choice of your life—deciding to buy my book. After reading, you will leave behind your old self (a flabby, low-IQ wage slave being cyberbullied by local Girl Scouts) and start becoming just like me (a shredded, multimillionaire genius who goes ATV racing with Joe Rogan semiregularly).⁵

You can pre-order MAN-THOLOGY from Bookshop.org, Barnes and Noble, or a local bookstore, although Amazon is definitely the most Alpha bookseller/military AI contractor.

Ultimately, it’s not important where you pre-order it. What is important is that you pre-order it, read it every day for the rest of your life, and also subscribe to the Chuditude Patreon at the God-King Tier.

Are you ready?

I don’t care.

Let’s get started.

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¹ And needless to say, that Honda Civic is now a Chevy JUGGERNAUT Mega-Duty 990, Operator Edition.

² ChudCoin is the only crypto solution for Alphas who need to purchase unlabeled white powders, anonymously, from their phone, in certain jurisdictions of Cyprus. [DISCLAIMER: ChudCoin is for entertainment purposes only, pending proceedings in Chud Buffly Enterprises, LLC v. INTERPOL].

³ While most of my audience is men, women can absolutely be Alpha males. Admittedly, in the quest to become an Alpha male, being male is something of a head start. But aspiring female Alpha males can achieve Alpha male–hood as long as they are committed to combating weakness, mediocrity, and gender fluidity.

⁴ AlphaWater is available from the supplement section of ChudBuffly.com. [DISCLAIMER: Fine is not a determination made by the FDA.]

Text Messages from the Mall Food Court Kiosk Where I Am Trying to Order a Chicago-Style Hot Dog

Ellen Poplavska — Wed, 15 Jul 2026 08:01:00 -0400

Your total is $6.99.

You added relish. Your total is $7.99.

You added mustard. Your total is $8.99.

You tried to remove mustard. Your total is $9.99.

You tried to add ketchup. What is wrong with you? Your total is $12.99.

We queried the Google Maps API and saw the closest open restaurant is 40 minutes away. Your total is $17.99.

You added sport peppers. Your total is $18.99.

We noticed you’ve been drinking at the dinky bar next door for the last four hours and are assuming you’re pretty desperate. Your total is $26.99.

You added a pickle spear. Your total is $27.99.

We subpoenaed OpenAI for your ChatGPT transcripts and learned you’re going through a bad breakup and are being really pathetic about it. Your total is $34.99.

We saw your recent mopey Instagram posts and learned this is where you took your ex on your first date. Have some goddamn class. Your total is $41.99.

We noticed you’re a Cardinals fan. Your total is $57.99.

The prices of some items in your order have changed. Your total is $61.99.

We are out of sport peppers. You will not be refunded.

You added tomato wedges (2). Your total is $65.99.

We added a 7 percent service fee. Your total is $70.61.

We added your local sales tax of 11.5 percent. Your total is $78.20.

We added a 3.75 percent restaurant surcharge, even though this is a mall food court. This surcharge protects you from price increases. Your total is $80.67.

The prices of some items in your order have changed. Your total is $83.12.

You added celery salt. Your total is $84.34.

We added a 2.5 percent staffing surcharge. This pays our 1099 contractors, who live entirely on hot dog commissions. Your total is $86.07.

We added a 17 percent gender equity contribution. This pays the contractor who tells our female contractors to smile more. Your total is $97.79.

We added a 4 percent hospitality fee. We will not elaborate on the purpose of this fee. To refund this fee, send a notarized request via carrier pigeon to the head of the CIA within 3 minutes of purchase. Your total is $100.55.

You added bun. Your total is $103.47.

We added a 1.25 percent mall food court surcharge, even though we already added a restaurant surcharge. This pays for our Creative Director’s pedicure habit. Your total is $104.36.

We added a 5 percent accounting commission. This pays the Fiverr guy who figured out how to add all these fees in Toast. Your total is $107.90.

We added a 3 percent donation to the Organ Donor Registry. Don’t think too hard about how this relates to your hot dog. Your total is $110.03.

You added onions. Your total is $111.58.

Your ex-girlfriend just told us her side of the breakup story. You jerk. Your total is $158.08.

We are out of onions. You will not be refunded.

We added a 25 percent base gratuity. You will be expected to add an additional gratuity at checkout, where we will invert the option order to trick an extra 15 percent out of you. Your total is $183.58.

You added poppyseeds on bun. Your total is $185.38, and we’re giving your workplace a heads up to drug test you tomorrow morning.
The prices of some items in your order have changed. Your total is $197.98.

We added a queuing fee charged per second you spend at this kiosk, because we have other customers and you are taking a really long time to order a hot dog, no offense. Your total is $455.38.

We added an itemized equipment maintenance fee. This pays the contractor who buffs the scuffs out of this kiosk after you’re done kicking it, which you have now done 37 times. Your total is $1,139.38.

We queried the DoorDash API and discovered all your delivery options are still way more expensive than this. Your total is $1,517.38.

We are out of hot dogs. You will not be refunded.

Transcript from the Annual Meeting of the Global Children’s Shoe-Sizing Consortium

Aliza Zelin Neidich — Tue, 14 Jul 2026 13:00:00 -0400

CHAIRPERSON: Welcome, delegates. Before we begin, I’d like to congratulate everyone on another successful year of making children’s shoe sizing completely incomprehensible.

(Applause.)

VICE CHAIRPERSON: Thank you. As you know, our mission remains unchanged: no parent should ever know what size shoe their child wears.

DELEGATE FROM EUROPE: Here, here.

CHAIRPERSON: Let’s begin with the annual report. How are we doing?

ANALYST: Extremely well. Parents continue to ask questions such as, “How can my child be a size 1, a size 32, and a size 13 all at the same time?”

(Thunderous applause.)

DELEGATE FROM THE UNITED KINGDOM: I’d like to propose that we continue refusing to clarify whether a “Big Kid 4” is larger or smaller than a “Little Kid 13.”

CHAIRPERSON: Excellent suggestion. Any discussion?

DELEGATE FROM AUSTRALIA: Could we… perhaps make the transition between the two even more abrupt? Currently, some parents have discovered that size 13 is followed by size 1. This level of understanding concerns me.

VICE CHAIRPERSON: Agreed. Ideally, size 13 should be followed by a brief existential crisis.

(Murmurs of approval.)

DELEGATE FROM FRANCE: I move that we continue using completely unrelated numbering systems in every country, which absolutely should not correspond to either metric or imperial foot measurement.

CHAIRPERSON: This aligns with tradition, yes.

DELEGATE FROM FRANCE: A child should be a size 31 in Paris, a size 13 in New York, and a size 12.5 in Minneapolis.

(Standing ovation.)

ANALYST: We also have promising data that shows many parents have now saved screenshots of conversion charts they do not understand.

CHAIRPERSON: Outstanding.

DELEGATE FROM RUSSIA: I propose a new initiative. Suppose different models of shoes from the same brand fit differently?

CHAIRPERSON: Go on.

DELEGATE FROM RUSSIA: Imagine a child whose current shoe is a size 2. Their next pair, from the same company, in the same size, should either fall off immediately, prevent circulation, or… both.

(Audience chants: “Both! Both! Both!”)

CHAIRPERSON: The motion carries.

ANALYST: We also tested a pilot program in which online reviews for the same model included statements such as “Runs true to size,” “Size up two sizes,” “My son is 47 inches tall and wears a medium,” as well as a hostile note from a woman who is suing on the grounds of inclusivity about her son needing a size G.

VICE CHAIRPERSON: Incredible stuff.

DELEGATE FROM CANADA: We should address width measurements.

CHAIRPERSON: Ah yes, our most powerful weapon.

DELEGATE FROM CANADA: Parents are broaching a preliminary understanding of conventional “wide” vs. “standard” widths. Therefore, I suggest we introduce additional categories including: extra wide, slim wide, athletic wide, heritage wide, and wide in spirit.

(Several delegates wipe tears from their eyes.)

CHAIRPERSON: Beautiful.

VICE CHAIRPERSON: Before we adjourn, I’d like to recognize the Lifetime Achievement Award recipient, Tom.

(Audience rises.)

VICE CHAIRPERSON: This year’s honor goes to the individual who first suggested that we tack a letter onto toddler sizes, that children’s sizes should be measured in entirely different numbers, that adult sizes should restart from a separate scale, and that none of these systems should have any intuitive relationship whatsoever. Congratulations, Tom.

ALL: SPEECH! SPEECH! SPEECH!

TOM: Thank you. Honestly, I never dreamed we’d come this far. When I started, a parent could walk into a store and say, “My child wears a size 11.” Today, they must say, “He’s an 11 in sandals, a 12.5C in sneakers, a 31 in Europe, a 30 in dress shoes, and a 1 if the moon is waxing.” To see that level of confusion become a reality….

(Pauses to compose himself.)

TOM (cont’d): …Well, it means everything. I’d like to thank health insurance EOBs, the IRS, and bra companies everywhere for paving the way for our success.

(Meeting adjourned. Delegates immediately disperse to work on socks.)

Enjoy Our Beach House, but Please Don’t Open the Beguiling Door of Mystery

Patrick Coyne — Tue, 14 Jul 2026 08:00:00 -0400

Welcome to your beachside getaway. We are so glad to have you as our guests. Feel free to unpack, relax, kick off your shoes, and become better acquainted with your surroundings.

Your vacation officially starts now…

Just a tiny request. You see how the house has one locked door? The nondescript, yet alluring door catty-corner to the second-floor powder room?

Do not try to open it.

It may be five o’clock somewhere, but it is never ominous-door o’clock here, no matter how it beckons.

A few quick A’s for your Q’s. Trash pickup is every Thursday, the Roku remote is velcroed to the top of the soundbar, and check-out time is 11 a.m. We also request that you secure the Florida room screen every evening, as an ajar door creates openings for nefarious actors.

You know, like raccoons, or other… creatures.

Please don’t forget to sign our guestbook. We love to hear from our visitors. We only ask that you not fill every blank page with questions about the sticky substance periodically oozing from the door or theories about the strange smells wafting from the room. Believe us when we say, as close as you think you are to figuring out the mystery of the door, you are not.

It’s best to imagine that what lies beyond the door is some of our (Peg and Drew, the property owners) personal effects. Don’t even consider that the door is hiding a singular, mystical object or entity that can solve your marital squabbles, gambling addiction, and/or career woes, but all at a terrible, ironic cost.

Honestly, you should get out of the house as much as possible. Please do not forgo day trips to Lohr Beach or romantic dinners with your partner at Zeke’s Café in favor of sitting in marked silence pondering the door.

The door simply is, and it need not consume your entire Lowcountry escapade.

Vacationing with young kids?

KEEP THEM AWAY FROM THE DOOR.

Instead, take them to the Nature Discovery Center. It’s the perfect non-door-related activity for learning about local wildlife. They might also enjoy touring our quaint little town’s historical battlefields and numerous, numerous graveyards.

And be sure to stop by “Big” Ned’s hardware store. Ned has been selling grub axes and wood dissolvents to island guests for the past ~~157~~ 7 years. If you buy an ax, you get a free boogie board.

There may be moments when you think you hear your late mother’s voice emanating from behind the door. Let us assure you, it is most definitely not your mother. If the wailing becomes unbearable, there’s Monopoly and a few impressionist jigsaw puzzles in the hall closet.

Need to make a quick grocery trip? The Piggly Wiggly on Magnolia Crescent has pantry staples and even some local goodies.

DO NOT FEED THE DOOR.

You may at some point consider sliding thinly sliced peppered turkey breast under the door. You may even convince yourself that it is your idea. You may eventually realize that peppered turkey is not enough, and the door hungers for “forbidden” meat. If this thought impregnates your mind, please contact Father McClingchy at Saint Genieve’s. Tell him you’re staying at Peg and Drew’s place (he’ll know what this means).

You can also contact the vacation rental service for extra towels.

Lastly, don’t forget to have fun. As we like to say around these parts, “Your life could end at any moment.”

Oh, also, the Wi-Fi password is “TheDOORseesALL666” (one word).

Life’s a beach!

— Peg & Drew

As a Democratic Member of Congress, I Don’t Wish to Speak Ill of the Dead

Lisa Borders — Mon, 13 Jul 2026 13:03:00 -0400

“Lindsey Graham, a Republican senator from South Carolina and a onetime opponent turned stalwart ally of President Trump who was a forceful advocate for an interventionist U.S. foreign policy, died on Saturday evening.” — New York Times

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I don’t wish to speak ill of the dead, so what I’ll say about our recently departed senator is that he made a mean mint julep. We used to sip them together on the veranda of his South Carolina home, a Democrat and a Republican, side by side in a show of bipartisanship that exemplified what made this country great for those of us in the ruling class.

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I don’t wish to speak ill of the dead, so I’ll tell you my favorite thing about the senator: his quick wit and sense of humor. The way he voted for cuts to both the ACA and Medicaid and then claimed he’d done no such thing had me in stitches! But at the end of the day, when we were both relaxing on rafts in the infinity pool at the Senate gym and trading recommendations for cardiologists on our top-notch, low-cost congressional health plan, I realized we had more in common with each other than either of us did with the American people.

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I don’t wish to speak ill of the dead, and I don’t have to. Because even though the senator played an extremely active role in dismantling our democracy—blocking my party from the Supreme Court appointment we should have had in 2016 and lobbying hard to disenfranchise Georgia voters in the 2020 election—he was an absolute delight to be around. He lit up a room the way Debby Boone lit up our lives back in the 1970s.

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I would never speak ill of the dead, especially a man I considered a friend. My fondest memory of the senator is how he always had a twinkle in his eye when voting to take away the reproductive rights of my fellow American women.

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I don’t wish to speak ill of the dead, and so I’ll tell you a story about the senator. Remember how in 2015 he called Donald Trump a “race-baiting, xenophobic bigot,” urged his party to tell Trump to “go to hell,” then did a total one-eighty after Trump was elected? All you plebes think it was about kompromat, but really, like most things in Washington, it was just about money.

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I’m not speaking ill of the dead when I say that the senator was like an unguided missile. You never knew where he would land or who or what might be destroyed in his wake, but gosh darnit, he sure created a lot of light as he helped to decimate huge swaths of the Middle East in search of weapons of mass destruction that never existed.

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I don’t wish to speak ill of the dead, so I think it’s important to put the senator’s passionate defense of Brett Kavanaugh in context: Both men came from a different time—a time when the concept of consent wasn’t even a glimmer in a preppy douchebag’s eye.

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I would never speak ill of the dead, so I’ll praise the senator as a foreign policy giant who was kind, gracious, and thoughtful, particularly to lobbyists. As a Democrat in name only, I have nothing but admiration for the way he used the American people as pawns to gain political power and further his own agenda. And soon, I’ll be switching parties to pick up where this great man left off.

I’m Cyclosporiasis, the Explosive Diarrhea Parasite, and I’m Pivoting to Music

Jess Keefe — Mon, 13 Jul 2026 08:00:00 -0400

It’s a little embarrassing, but yeah, you’ve probably heard of me. Cyclosporiasis? I’m kind of, like, the most famous parasitic illness in the country right now? It’s so crazy, dude, but I’m grateful for the platform. Now I can transmit my talents to my true passion: music.

When I’m not busy making people poop so bad they wish they’d never been born, all I can think about is lyrics, chords, interesting little beats and sounds. I find inspiration everywhere. As a global parasite, I’ve been fortunate to be exposed to countless different cultures, traditions, and types of bathroom tile. Maman, Majko, Nanay: The sound of hosts crying out for their mommies is so different depending on where in the world you’re gestating!

I’ve been grinding away at mass infection for years now without recognition. Always on tour. New city, new produce section, new digestive system, day in and day out. Every time I’d ride down a fresh host’s esophagus like a Hieronymus Bosch waterslide, I’d think, Could this one finally be my big break? The plan was always to create a state of widespread intestinal chaos so extreme, it’d get me noticed. Then make the move to multi-hyphenate microorganism.

I know that from the outside, my success seems as sudden and uninterrupted as the anal Niagara Falls I’ve been creating in my hosts’ toilets. But it hasn’t been easy. It’s taken years of workshopping. While at first I focused on cramping and vomiting, once I started dabbling in diarrhea I knew I was onto something big. But I could never get it watery, intestine-flecked, or downright hateful enough to garner national attention. I knew I needed to lock in and create a public health emergency if I was serious about my career. I studied the work of the greats: Dysentery, Norovirus, Taco Bell Doritos Locos. I tinkered and tested. Now, it’s incredible to see it all work out (of people’s systems).

Ultimately, I’m grateful to be famous later in life. When you’re young, hungry, and filled with rows and rows of very scary little vampire teeth, you’re desperate for validation. But now that I’m older, more biologically evolved, I know I’m putting out my best work. I’ve picked up so many new skills. I can turn the contents of your stomach into pure liquid magma in record time. I can make the excretions so relentless, so powerful, that you’ll look in the bowl and think, Is that a piece of my spleen in there? Will I eventually flip inside out if I keep pooping like this? Is there a God, and is he merciful enough to strike me dead soon? Plus, I’ve gotten really good at Wordle.

It’s amazing to be recognized for my work, but I want people to know there’s so much more to me than just this one super-spreader event. I hope all my new hosts will stick with me through this exciting next chapter of my career. I’ve been hard at work in the studio, and I can’t wait to share what I’ve been up to. With my newfound fame, I’ve been able to bring in some A-list names to produce my next EP. Rick Rubin, Dr. Luke. Some of the biggest buttholes in the business.

Once the EP is out, I’m planning on a small club tour. Something intimate. Show my hosts a new side of me. It’s the least I can do, I think, after seeing the insides of all of them.

Please be sure to sign up for my email list. When I get my dates booked, that’s when I’ll be spreading the word—and the word only. I promise. But just to be safe, maybe skip that bagged kale salad for lunch. It looks familiar to me.

My Critics Are Missing the Nuance of My Membership in the Wealthy People Hunting Poor People for Sport Club

Mike Drucker — Fri, 10 Jul 2026 13:01:00 -0400

By now, many of you have probably read or heard about the recent exposé revealing a secretive society in which the wealthy and the famous hunt poor people for sport. I more than understand fans being concerned about my reported involvement when they’re seeing bizarre headlines and posts about panels where we allow the poor person to plead for their life and the dinners in which an unhoused man is mockingly honored as “the king of the hunt” when we put a construction paper crown on his head and feed him empty banana peels and crusts of bread.

In other words, my critics are missing the nuance of my membership in the wealthy people hunting poor people for sport club.

To be clear, I have only been to three or four hunting poor people for sport conferences. Three. Or four. That’s not quite a dedicated membership to a secret society, is it? Nor have I ever met the billionaire known as the Founder of the Hunt. I have never spoken with him on the phone or with his representatives, other than to ask where the hunt will be held this year, what weapons will be considered fair game, and who needs to survive seventy-two hours in the forest to have all their debts cleared.

I’m not saying this out of ego, but it’s important to remember that many high-profile people need to ask these questions before attending an event like this.

Also, I want to reaffirm that the billionaire Founder of the Hunt has politics that are the complete opposite of mine. You can paint me as some right-wing lunatic if you want, but I know in my heart the good I’ve done for those who haven’t been as lucky as me. Okay? I support LGBTQ+ rights. I support a woman’s right to choose. I even do a land acknowledgment before they open the man’s thirty-four-by-twenty-three-inch cage to let him loose with a head start of ten seconds. Whatever you think being a member of this club entails, I strongly believe I wouldn’t be disguising bear traps with leaves and setting up a speaker that plays the sound of a distressed woman begging for help if we had politicians in office who uplifted those less fortunate. So, please don’t paint me with a broad brush when I’m out there doing the work.

At the hunts I’ve been to, there were a wide variety of hunters, with a wide variety of hunting opinions—some I agreed with, some I didn’t. I can’t speak for every person on the list, especially when I was only with a small subset of them when we crawled through dense grass in order to slice an unsuspecting hobo’s Achilles tendon. My experience was not of a single ideological gathering. Rather, we were able to have important conversations about our beliefs. If the victim dies fast, was it a test of speed and accuracy? Or was it more the sign of a skilled hunter if the hopeless target suffers as long as possible, no matter how many fingers remain and how much blood is lost?

I’ve had long, detailed debates with members of different political persuasions on whether we should eat the man we caught in a net and allowed to get so dehydrated that he hallucinated us as demons when we came to put him down. Those aren’t the types of discussions you’re likely to have in public, especially when so much of the media is ready to pounce on celebrities for stepping out of line. But how can we come together as a country, or even as a world, when we’re afraid to share our thoughts on the easy kill of a shotgun versus the clean kill of a sniper rifle? What does it say about the current cultural climate that two sides can’t find common ground on how long to starve the dogs before letting them loose on a man who’s hoping his wife and children won’t be visited by the loan sharks he owed money to?

Over the last couple of years, I’ve been focused on making a positive impact on how the future unfolds, especially in tech, AI, and which areas of the body outside the neck can cause you to bleed out with the right shot. Part of that work means forming relationships with all kinds of hunters and trying to understand their strategies for making the man lose all hope when he realizes his stash of nuts and berries in the forest has been poisoned. Sometimes I try to get them to understand mine, which is pretending I’m there to help the victim escape and then, once his guard is down, claiming that sweet trophy for myself.

So, yes, I do respect that many of you have misgivings about me being in the wealthy people hunting poor people for sport club. But I also know that it’s productive to sometimes engage with those we oppose and to remind ourselves that we all want the same thing at the end of the day: To see the light leave the eyes of a living, breathing, feeling person who isn’t famous or wealthy enough to help my career.

A Letter from Mick Jagger to the Devil on the First Draft of “Sympathy for the Devil”

John Moe — Fri, 10 Jul 2026 08:00:00 -0400

Lucifer, you old dog!

Thanks for all the success you’ve granted me and the lads, Luci. Must say we were surprised that you didn’t want our souls in return, just a chance to write a song together. But great!

Also delighted you sent your proposed new lyrics in the form of a demo cassette. Such a deep bass singing voice!

Before the band records, I wanted to check in about a couple of word choices.

At the intro, you use a bunch of interjections. There’s “Hey!” and “Look at me!” and “Devil time!” At one point, I think you yell, and I could have it wrong, “How are you?” Feels wordy. Maybe I could just yell “Yeow!” here and there?

Now the opening line, you have:

Please allow me to introduce myself.
I’m Satan. Hello there!

I wonder if that gives away the game a little bit early. Maybe just keep the first sentence?

Loving the “wealth and taste” bit. In terms of wanting to set up a riddle, the thing about being around with Jesus, I mean, that kind of narrows things down, age-wise? Puts us in the realm of immortals pretty fast. A lot of our fans are quite stoned, though, so maybe they won’t guess yet.

Digging the transition to Pontius Pilate. Smooth. Right now, your lyrics are:

Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Cause washing hands is important, you guys,
Stop those germs before it’s too late.

And then you abruptly stop the music and do a spoken word thing:

Really, to just be serious here for a moment,
I can’t emphasize hand washing enough
We all do it down here in Hell between crushing guys’ testicles
in our horrifying claw hands.

Just feels like a bit of a tangent? Germs (which you have in Hell?) aren’t really the focus of our song.

Okay, music starts back up—next verse:

And I went down to Georgia once
and I got into a fiddle contest there.
There was this kid Johnny,
and it’s actually a pretty funny story.

It DOES sound fascinating, and I want to hear all about it. I do wonder, though, if that’s a different song? We want to get our song on the radio so I’m watching the clock a bit.

Moving on. You have:

Stuck around St. Petersburg
when I saw it was a time for a change.
Bought a condo in Tampa instead.
Better vibe there across the bay.

I asked some of the lads, and there was a general consensus that Florida real estate doesn’t read as Satanic, at least not on the surface. Hey, I know: What about the Russian St. Petersburg? We can workshop ideas.

Gotta confess I’m on the fence about the Blitzkrieg part. Starts strong:

I rode a tank, held a general’s rank
when the Blitzkrieg raged,
and the bodies stank.

Then I think we get diverted again with:

My tank helmet needed holes cut out
to fit my little devil horns.

I really hate to mention this, but that doesn’t make you very scary, nor does the next one:

My cape got stuck in the hatch door,
and also I don’t know how to drive a tank
so I kept steering into a tree.

From the crying on your recording, I can tell this is a painful memory for you, and maybe you’re just not ready to explore it in a song? Also, you forgot to rhyme.

So many of your lyrics are really top-notch, Prince of Lies, and in many cases they just need a little tightening. Take, for instance:

I shouted out, “Who killed the Kennedys?”
When after all, it was the CIA
along with the Freemasons, the Illuminati, the Cubans, Jackie Gleason,
and various high-profile Cadillac dealers.

Personally, I did not know ANY of that. Is our song the best place to reveal such sensitive information? Or is that just part of being evil? Again, so exciting to work together.

Let’s see. What else? Oh, I know:

Pleased to meet you,
hope you guess my name.
If you do, you win a prize.
I have these golden fiddles I give out,
they’re really great.

Again, let’s table the golden fiddle contest. Maybe take it to a different artist? Who isn’t us?

Alright, now we’re at the close:

Tell me, baby, what’s my name?
Tell me, honey, can you guess my name?
Tell me, baby, what’s my name?
I’ll tell you one time, you’re to blame.

See? Right there. Tell them just the one time. Less is more. Because the next bit you have is a little labored:

Do you get it? YOU’RE the Devil!
You did all these things! YOU’RE to blame!
Oh, I helped for sure! Cause I’m the REAL Devil!
But it’s on you! You’re like assistant devils!
It’s not an official job title! Don’t use it on a resume!
There’s no uniform! But you know what, you could make one!

Love love love the creativity, but you feel it kind of getting in the weeds, right? Like a tank driving into a tree. Haha. Oh, I should not have made that joke. I’m so sorry.

Okay! We’re making real progress here.

Love,
Mick

President Trump’s Mind Is Too Advanced to Be Constrained by Reality

Cezary Jan Strusiewicz — Thu, 09 Jul 2026 19:29:00 -0400

“‘We had 111 missiles shot by the Islamic Republic of Japan. They were shot at the aircraft carrier,’ Trump said, inventing a new government and confusing Japan with Iran.” — The New Republic

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The White House would like to address the malicious rumors that President Trump is showing signs of cognitive decline. Nothing could be further from the truth.

What some have mistaken for confusion is actually a revolutionary new style of executive thinking that refuses to be imprisoned by cause and effect, which the president has correctly identified as a Marxist concept invented by woke Islamist radicals. The president’s mind doesn’t merely think outside the box. He reinvents the box as a more effective triangular shape, then imposes tariffs on countries that use triangles without paying him a licensing fee.

Yesterday he called us into the Oval Office to brief us on the nation’s maritime preparedness. He explained the unique dangers presented by electric boats, because if one sinks, the electricity immediately travels into the ocean and informs every shark in a twenty-mile radius that lunch is served, much like an undersea dinner bell, only silent and made from “bzzt,” as the president eloquently put it. At that point, he became concerned that the sharks themselves might become electrically charged, resulting in what he described as “wireless fish,” which, unlike ordinary fish, cannot be unplugged but can be remotely hacked by China. He then asked if we had someone responsible for negotiating with electrically enhanced, China-mind-controlled sharks, and if not, why the Biden administration had allowed such a security risk to develop.

The president continues to work tirelessly on a solution to that problem but is leaning toward stronger international cooperation, which has proven immensely effective during the recent escalation with the Islamic Republic of Japan. As the President noted on July 8, 111 missiles were launched by the republic from somewhere in the vicinity of Upper Kyoto Voivodeship, outside the capital city of Mount Fuji. Fortunately, thanks to the cooperation of our allies in the Principality of Nintendo and the Pan-Pacific Emirate of Hello Kittystan, nearly all projectiles were intercepted. The president has spoken directly with Arch-Premier Sony, who expressed optimism that peace in the region can be restored, provided the ancient blood feud between the Toyota Caliphate and the Presbyterian Mitsubishi Cooperative can be settled.

President Trump also concluded a very productive phone call this morning with Crown Prince Minister Emmanuel Macron of the Autonomous Territory of Parisland, one of the founding village-states of the European Peninsula. Their discussion focused on strengthening NATO, which the president is pretty sure includes the Sovereign Archipelago of Hungary, the Polish Buddhist Republic, the Queendom of Czechoslovenia, the Balkan Empire of Iceland, the Free Commune of Belgium and West Dakota, and the southern tip of Luxembourg Island.

While navigating the complex, wireless shark-filled waters of global geopolitics, the president assured us he is constantly consulting with experts like Dr. Hannibal Lecter, whom he regards as one of our country’s most underutilized thought leaders. He explained that if a cannibal is smart enough to convince people they are insane, he’s probably smart enough to “solve the Middle East.” Before anyone could interrupt, President Trump, as if reading our minds, admitted he had become concerned that Hannibal Lecter, living in a glass cage, could make people mistake him for a lobster. “That’s precisely the kind of security risk that Office Manager Kim John Xi of the Democratic Royals’ Parish of China would immediately pounce on,” our wise leader said. “Despite him being my best friend who I love and respect dearly.”

The White House would also like to put to rest the media’s dishonest attacks on the president’s understanding of wind turbines. No one understands wind turbines better than President Trump, and therefore no one better understands their hidden dangers. During last month’s energy briefing, he expertly explained that, in the long term, windmills consume too much wind, forcing fresh wind to be imported from Canada at tremendous taxpayer cost. This, he said, is why particularly windy days are always followed by calm ones, because America has temporarily run out of wind. His plan to provide emergency relief wind via specially trained Big Bad Wolves huffing and puffing is currently undergoing feasibility testing at NASA.

We hope these very normal explanations ease your confusion. Again, President Trump is not experiencing mental decline. His consciousness is simply operating at such a breathtaking speed that reality sometimes fails to keep up with him.

We Believe Pregnancy Is a Magical Time in a Woman’s Life, So We Designed the Shapeless Maternity Sack™

Kara Panzer — Thu, 09 Jul 2026 14:00:00 -0400

As a purveyor of maternity attire, we feel pregnancy is sacred, divine, and an opportunity to celebrate the beauty of e-commerce by repurposing fabric originally intended for sails on a line of girly sailboats and re-dyed circus tents. For a limited time (eighteen months from the date you google anything remotely obstetric), we will bombard you with ads for our sacks, compression socks, and other polyester wonders, like rompers. For more formal occasions: overalls.

Congrats, Mama!

Your blossoming bosom deserves support, so for select Shapeless Maternity Sack designs, we’ve licensed a delicate Shein ruching technique for the top and added a blunt square neck. Prices start at $18.99 and don’t stop, because we have implemented location-based demand pricing, like Uber.

We love that your areolae are expanding to previously unimaginable dinner-plate-like diameters and darkening to the color of a port wine stain. For your second trimester only, buy two Shapeless Maternity Sacks and get an extra one free to hold against your body in the mirror while you mumble “huh” to yourself.

We worship the luscious, supple figure you are inhabiting. To keep production costs low, we recycle collapsed shipping boxes and cut them into the shape of a pregnant woman rather than using expensive mannequins or fit models. Our commitment to sustainable fashion drives everything we do. For this reason, we will add several cotton totes to your shipment, plus a packet of stickers, to provide exactly what every expecting mother desires: extra stuff.

We naturally associate any biological process involving the phrase “mucus plug” with a pastel color palette.

We know the same hormonal changes that are reviving your cystic acne will make you want to wear a tessellating strawberry print.

It’s possible that both your rib cage and feet will grow to a new size and never shrink back. So check out our new multi-style cardigans, which can accommodate your widening torso by being worn either buttoned or unbuttoned. Now available with tiny duck decals, because nothing says “baby on board” like the image of a bird in a straw hat. Our footwear is not adjustable. Buy an extra pair.

Sleep can be a challenge when you need to pee every ten minutes, so we’re adding a line of pajamas with lace appliqué. Maybe you can’t stop that late-night potty break, but at least you can make it elegant.

We know you want to neutralize the sexual energy of your swelling body, so we offer a full selection of drapery that says everything from “I am a sexless amoeba” to “Here lies potatoes.”

Roundness makes us think of cake. Cake makes us think of tiers. That’s why we cut our standard A-line skirt into three wide, frothy tiers. Go ahead, take some softly lit maternity photos in a field with confidence, knowing you look like both a lumpy wedding cake and a human clothes line blowing in the breeze.

Cradle that bump with pride in our newest offering: a flat sheet that you can wrap around yourself with easy access for your midwifery team to unroll you when the serene process of welcoming your baby into the world begins. Yes, this multifunctional sheet is waterproof; just spread it on the ground at your delivery to create a splash-free zone. Hospital and home-birth friendly, because we believe ALL births are valid, just like our discount code. Enjoy 10 percent off this month with promo SACKME2026.

We didn’t forget about you, postpartum goddesses: While your internal organs settle back into place, take some time to coordinate wardrobes with the whole family. Don’t forget the matching Monkey-Patterned Sacks for the little one and your dear partner.

We offer one cut of jeans in twelve washes—each equipped with an adjustable elastic waistband.

Oh, and we also do gray sweatpants.

Reset Yourself

Ali Fitzgerald — Thu, 09 Jul 2026 12:10:00 -0400

Underground Artists is an ongoing comic by Ali Fitzgerald (Hungover Bear & Friends) that follows woodland creatures as they create art and search out whimsy in a bleak forest.

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Tom Waits White Noise Sound Options

Brian Barker and Nicky Beer — Thu, 09 Jul 2026 07:45:00 -0400

Rumble of freight trains at dusk

Tuesday delivery at scrap-metal yard

Broom sweeping floor of bar in Sheboygan at closing time

Hailstorm on roof of jalopy

Guy named Monty playing spoons in front of barrel fire

Minor league baseball game on radio in room next door at flophouse, 1953

Time

One-eared mule eating oats out of rusted Radio Flyer wagon

Footsteps, size-ten wingtips, left heel worn down

Fly ricocheting against Greyhound bus window in August

Third-to-last unfiltered Chesterfield being drawn from pack

Musical saw practicing scales in abandoned Viennese opera house

Resigned exhalation of dishwater blonde sipping rotgut from chipped dime-store mug while hounds from the farm over the hill next grieve passing hours that slip away like clouds skulking over the rotted face of the moon

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Why Can’t the Left Understand That a Politician’s Mysterious Illness Is Between Him and His Doctor?

Evan Dotas — Wed, 08 Jul 2026 13:05:00 -0400

“Senator Mitch McConnell, Republican of Kentucky and the former majority leader, was hospitalized on June 14. Since then, his office has provided few updates about his condition. The scant official statements have led to speculation around Washington and efforts to piece together information on what happened.” — New York Times

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Everyone knows that Democrats want to force the government into our private lives. They’ve spent decades shoving public schools and fire departments into communities that never asked for them. Now, Democrats think that Big Government should be monitoring the health of America’s senior senators.

Thankfully, Republicans are standing up for medical privacy and the sacred relationship between doctors and their political patients.

For weeks, Senator Mitch McConnell has been hospitalized for unknown reasons. The leftist media wants you to believe that, improbably, the eighty-four-year-old had a heart attack, but regardless, that should be between McConnell, his doctor, and his wife (once she can fit him into her schedule). Yet after Representative Thomas Kean Jr. spent four months seeking medical care without disclosing any details to his constituents, Democrats have decided that it’s a crime to keep your health and well-being private.

Obviously, this is a complete violation of American medical norms. Since when is it anyone’s business whether their elected officials are dead?

It goes without saying that Mitch McConnell is very healthy. Sure, he’s had multiple debilitating falls since 2023, and yes, sometimes his hands look like he gave Grimace a colonoscopy. But these are everyday health problems, no different than the common cold. Who among us hasn’t frozen into a soulless gaze mid-speech during multiple public addresses?

But even if Senator McConnell did have a health emergency, the leftists have no right to come between him and his doctor. There are some lines you just don’t cross, and every American deserves the right to make decisions over their own health in accordance with their loved ones and medical professionals they trust. No exceptions.

Of course, the Republican Party understands that there are some exceptions. With wokeness on the rise, it’s dangerous to let just anyone make decisions about the bodies of America’s women and children, especially America’s women and children. Plus, someone has to speak up for the voiceless—like the unborn, or brain-dead former majority leaders. It’s the only way to defend the sanctity of life, which begins at conception and ends after the cutoff for a special election has passed.

We all know the real reason that Democrats are taking medical rights away from the likes of Mitch McConnell and Tom Kean: They’re white men. Liberals are more than happy to let women talk to doctors without any supervision and give trans people “gender-affirming care” so they can “be happy.” But when it comes to a couple of straight white guys who represent more than five million people, apparently every heart attack is the business of the American public.

This is just a sign of what’s to come if the leftists win in November. They’ll weaponize the government to investigate President Trump’s alleged cognitive decline. They would even replace his presidential portrait with something to indicate his senility in office. They would do all of this, even though President Trump can name every animal in the jungle—including the hard ones.

If you think the Democratic war on health stops with interrogating powerless politicians over their unexplained absences, think again. Without the right to access the care they need, kids will suffer. Medical records will be targeted. Women seeking urgent care will needlessly die or go to jail. When extremist political ideologies trump health-care decisions, no American is safe.

That’s why Republicans are committed to ensuring that heroes like Mitch McConnell can continue to vote against the erosion of our medical rights until his dying breath—and, God willing, long after that too.

Let’s Drive This Friend Group Right Into the Abyss

Nina Semczuk — Wed, 08 Jul 2026 08:15:00 -0400

Did someone say group trip? Yes please, ~~Abilene paradox~~. We should absolutely go to an undisclosed location for an undisclosed price to sleep in various uncomfortable configurations and spend unmitigated time together with unexpressed needs simmering and expressed needs exploding. This will be so fun.

A weekend away from everything that keeps us regulated and appearing sane is exactly how the twelve of us should bulldoze our nascent, blissfully untested friendship.

Let’s find a cabin. Somewhere woodsy (but not so woodsy that there’s a chance of bears, unidentified sounds in the night, bats, ticks, Trump signs), quiet (but not so quiet that the desperation of isolation creeps into our hearts), away from everything (yet also walkable to a body of water, at least one bespoke boutique, a highly rated Pilates studio, an affordable natural wine bar, and a Whole Foods). And obviously, the “cabin” must have the basics: a full chef’s kitchen, an aesthetically pleasing fireplace, a woodstove, a pool, a hot tub, a sauna, a steam room, two premium rolls of toilet paper per person, and a jaunty-colored record player.

Obviously, let’s not decide on sleeping arrangements until we get there. Hundred percent chance we’ll show our generous, self-sacrificial selves after the 5.765-hour drive to our very affordable mountain-cabin-modern beachhouse. It totally won’t be a desperate assault of real and made-up-on-the-spot ailments that require a king bed and bedroom all to oneself. The eight losers can cram into the kids’ room. Triple bunk beds? Delightful. Like capri pants, our ankles will stick out. The winners of the solo bedroom showdown will absolutely make up for their abject selfishness by cooking, cleaning, paying more, and acting like team players. Zero worries there.

So we have gluten, lactose, meat, and alcohol intolerances? And intolerances to intolerances? Terrific! Behold: a shopping list that consists solely of cream, heavy cream, whipping cream, pork belly, sourdough, and two-hundred-year-old Bordeaux. Something for everyone!

Several of us have voiced a need to keep costs down. Others of us have displayed impeccable taste, planned our shopping exclusively at organic dairy farms, butcheries, and the wine vault of Château La Mission Haut-Brion, and won’t disclose the grocery total until the end of the trip. Naturally, we’ll split costs evenly.

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The actual trip, one month later…

All right, time for forced activities. Throw those books away and put on your peer-pressured party hats. Our game choices are: overly complicated or horribly offensive! Here, let’s pick teams so anyone who’s picked last and therefore can’t play because it exceeds the player count can slink off to their bedroom directly adjacent to the living room, which is now filled with the squeals and shouts of tension release and overtired exuberance that cannot be drowned out by earplugs, headphones, or sobs of despair. After, let’s trade body shots of Bordeaux in the sauna, then bring the party back inside.

Oh? Some of you planned a sunrise hike? Sorry. Your desires have no chance against the full frontal assault of all our fun.

The exalted of us (the solo bedroom contingent) wake blearily in the night and ask the 8.5 people in the bunk-bed room to keep it down, as 11.5 hours of sleep are required and our circadian rhythms are suffering because our incredibly spacious rooms lack Vantablack blinds.

Wait, is everyone in the kids’ room cuddling? What’s that? The bunk-bed platforms broke, so you’re stacked on top of each other like Pringles? Hmmm, we can’t hear you over the mantra: Our needs come before yours.

You know what’s sure to solve the bleariness from no sleep and the wanness from no food? Hot yoga. Isn’t the fire charming?

What’s that? The bunk-bedders have become a waterfall of sweat? Sorry, we can’t hear over the sound of cardboard crackling in the woodstove. And by cardboard, we mean the gluten-free bread someone (with “celiac disease” / weak guts) smuggled from Brooklyn. It wasn’t even organic. Now we can enjoy heart-attack-inducing exercise without leaving the house, which is ideal since there isn’t hot yoga nearby, just, sigh, Pilates.

Oh, it’s ten minutes until check out. Time to take a long, luxurious, no-concept-of-water-tank-capacity shower that leaves a teaspoon of piss-warm water for everyone else and one soggy towel.

Also, how about we make things logistically exciting? Let’s change who is in which car and leaving at what time to shred any remaining scrap of hope. The driver from Jersey will crisscross New York City to Connecticut to Bushwick and back again, because won’t that be a final, crucial friendship experience, figuring out who should pay for which toll and why? This is called bonding. Forced proximity in cars filled with spite—now we’re just like family.

Remember, a group trip isn’t a success unless we keep track of who helped out and how much and then adjust our levels of trust / closeness / fraternal love accordingly.

Now pick up those phones and proceed to ignore the passive-aggressive Venmo requests for the next six months.

If Only There Had Been a Sign That the Face-Melting Nazi from Indiana Jones Wouldn’t Make a Good Senator

Rebecca Saltzman — Tue, 07 Jul 2026 13:29:00 -0400

“An oysterman who has never held elected office, Mr. Platner has been dogged by controversies since he announced his bid [for Maine Senate seat] last August, including allegations about his past treatment of women, revelations of a tattoo he had that resembled a Nazi symbol and a trove of offensive online posts he made over more than a decade.” — New York Times

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Boy, do I feel silly. Until now, I’ve been a passionate supporter of SS-Sturmbannführer Arnold Toht, the Nazi who got his face melted off by the sight of God, in his race for Senator. I believe the people of Maine deserve better than Susan Collins, and so even though I had some misgivings about Toht, I ignored every click and whirr of my moral compass to cheer him on.

Sure, he didn’t have much of a record in government—well, elected government anyway. And it was a little disturbing how his eyeballs were hanging out of their sockets on strings of sinew, swinging and jiggling every time he gave a speech.

And, okay. Yes. There was that one kind of questionable symbol branded onto his flesh. You know what I’m talking about. The engraved headpiece of the Staff of Ra, which was seared into the palm of Toht’s hand. He keeps claiming he got it during his “military service,” and that he “didn’t know what it meant.” I wanted to believe him. After all, who among us hasn’t been young and drunk and accidentally gotten a weird symbol representing service for the Führer permanently etched into their epidermis while in Nepal or Croatia or wherever, and then just kept it for multiple decades?

Then some people, like Marion Ravenwood, went on the record with the news media, saying he liked to brag about his “Staff of Ra mark” and explaining that it held “the secret holy map to the Ark of the Covenant.” This was a really confusing sixteen minutes in my life, you guys. I had to seriously grapple with my values and ask myself, are body modifications of creepy historical symbols only bad when Republicans do it? And I decided the answer was a resounding YES.

So I pushed my moral compass even further down, until I couldn’t sense its movements at all. And I told that little voice that said, “If you can excuse the Melty-Faced Nazi Guy with the Staff of Ra mark, are you really any better than the Republicans?” to shut the hell up. There was an election to win! Party over country, meine schlampen!

When Elizabeth Warren said that Toht’s a fighter who wouldn’t just “nibble around the edges,” I knew exactly what she meant. A guy whose mandible was incinerated into chunks probably wasn’t capable of much nibbling. And look, Democrats are losing male voters, and Warren promised that Toht wouldn’t “wimp out.” After all, what screams tough-to-the-bone masculinity more than a rattling corpse who loves guns? You know who isn’t a feminized ladyboy with a skincare routine? A guy whose face literally liquefied into a puddle of lard faster than a tourist trying to climb Cadillac Mountain in July.

And what better way for the Democrats to win back the white working class than giving a little wink to the Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei, which translates to something about white people and working; I’m not sure because the only German I know are swear words.

But. Well. Then the scandals started to drop about Toht. Marion Ravenwood said he trapped her in a room and physically assaulted her. But I decided to keep supporting Toht anyway. After all, Bernie Sanders had endorsed him, and if he didn’t have a problem with the whole SS slash Staff of Ra slash domestic violence business, then who was I to think independently and come to a different conclusion?

But now, one of Toht’s exes says he sexually assaulted her. And all the important moral arbiters of our time, like Hasan Piker and those Pod Save America guys, have decided it’s over for Toht. (It’s Toht-ver? Maybe that could be an episode title? Call me, Jon and Tommy!). And that means I’m not supporting him anymore either. I could never vote for a man accused of rape—it’s not like I’m Susan Collins during a Supreme Court confirmation.

I have to tell you, I am just shocked by all of this. There was nothing in Toht’s personal history aside from his embrace of violent ideologies and history of racist comments and rape apologism to suggest he might be this kind of morally bankrupt person. There’s simply no way any of us could have predicted a Nazi SS guy with his eyeballs dangling out of his sockets and the Staff of Ra broiled into his flesh like grill marks on a meat slab would be such a terrible candidate for Senate.

And don’t worry about all those sitting US Senators who got this one wrong either. It’s not like they have any important responsibilities that require good judgment, like deciding whom to bomb.

If only there had been a red flag or an easily comprehensible indicator that he wasn’t a trustworthy guy. Like some kind of sign, maybe. Something dark and permanent that we all could see.

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Introducing: MAN-THOLOGY, by Alpha Male Guru, Chud Buffly

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Transcript from the Annual Meeting of the Global Children’s Shoe-Sizing Consortium

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As a Democratic Member of Congress, I Don’t Wish to Speak Ill of the Dead

I’m Cyclosporiasis, the Explosive Diarrhea Parasite, and I’m Pivoting to Music

My Critics Are Missing the Nuance of My Membership in the Wealthy People Hunting Poor People for Sport Club

A Letter from Mick Jagger to the Devil on the First Draft of “Sympathy for the Devil”

President Trump’s Mind Is Too Advanced to Be Constrained by Reality

We Believe Pregnancy Is a Magical Time in a Woman’s Life, So We Designed the Shapeless Maternity Sack™

Reset Yourself

Tom Waits White Noise Sound Options

Why Can’t the Left Understand That a Politician’s Mysterious Illness Is Between Him and His Doctor?

Let’s Drive This Friend Group Right Into the Abyss

The actual trip, one month later…

If Only There Had Been a Sign That the Face-Melting Nazi from Indiana Jones Wouldn’t Make a Good Senator

Introducing: MAN-THOLOGY
by Alpha Male Guru Chud Buffly
(as told to Tom Ellison)