maybe this is a radical take, but i think it’s funny that they call someone ‘the border czar’ with a straight face and then he doesn’t even look like a hardass. he looks like some random fat dude that’s melting from age, wearing a likely expensive suit that gives the impression it’s an off the rack ensemble purchased at the men’s wearhouse at a steep discount.

a perfect symbol for america.

stop worrying about it. these people already lost.

not taking a rich, successful bald guy seriously in the 2020s. he was a young man in 2005 with a full head of hair and could have popped a finasteride and gotten a hair transplant to fill in the gaps.

that shows a lack of awareness and intelligence that disqualifies him from judging anyone else ever for his entire life. or it just means he was afraid of side-effects, which leads to other judgements that are no less embarassing–he’s a wimp, a loser.

he’s a hateful, pathetic piece of shit that’s also married to a person of color, which puts it on blast in full HD that he doesn’t even possess a shred of integrity.

this guy is another obvious symbol of the decline of america and its culture. now we have to listen to the insane ramblings of the pathetic hanger-on’s of the elite.

the second is what a webcam would look like with normal lighting. all these popular streamers/youtubers nowadays have production crews.

also, using two examples to make a point, one being an album cover with a particular aesthetic that was popular and has nothing to do with the second image.

typical shareholder meeting in america:

ceo: i’ve come to a stunning conclusion, and i don’t want to ruffle too many feathers or cause a heart attack–we know what happened to MCfunky last week.

uneasy laughter

ceo: but i have a crazy idea that i’m sure is going to shock everyone in the room, and i’m hesitant to even say this out loud, but, how about we cut one employee per store and raise the prices on ALL items by a nickel!

the room of shareholders went completely silent, until the oldest of the bunch cut a huge fart. what happened next was a raucous laughter that wasn’t heard since the first test screening of ‘a princess bride’ and a round of applause that was usually reserved for a barack obama speech @ $200k a seat (champagne optional).

the forbes editor who was deployed to the meeting immediately came in his pants and a rothschild graciously committed to buying him a new pair, despite the known frugality of the ultra-wealthy (they wouldn’t be rich if they didn’t know how to work a penny). she told him, ‘meet me on rodeo drive next week and i got you covered’ but he missed the appointment because he was supposed to cover alysa liu’s birthday extravaganza.

she was fat anyway, at least that what he told himself. she was kinda fat by european or asian standards but we were in america and the rules of the wild west still apply. who cares how much money she has. alysa dyed her hair green this week. that’s all that really matters,.

i don’t get angry because they rearranged the store, i get angry because they ONLY rearranged the store so some worthless, nepo-baby dipshit can justify their existence at the company because they came to the conclusion–after 25 focus groups-- that it’d increase shareholder value by $0.0003 to move the pasta to aisle 3

who cares about athletics?

i never heard of the ‘soccer age’ because no sport has ever moved our species forward. i’m definitely over here in 2026 celebrating ty cobb; without that dude i wouldn’t have electricity in my house so i can watch MLB games. the only reason anyone knows the name ‘ty cobb’ is because his baseball card was worth so much. that’s our priority beyond athletics. how much does this athlete make per year?

what’s your net worth???

americans love sports so much because we devalue intellect and anything that makes us human. we even frame intellect as pretentious, like all those depictions of impenetrable silent french films and classical compositions that take a mountain of education to understand, even though both are always rooted in universal, human emotions.

they are though.

anyone who grew up in the american suburbs grew up with parents who couldn’t cook a proper meal despite the existence of cookbooks and were like ‘how about kraft dinner.’

you think you eat kraft macaroni and cheese at a hood bbq?

i’d rather have had a black woman cooking for me lol. are you fucking serious?

dumb people have always bought crap. just because components are more expensive doesn’t change anything–a savvy computer user is always going to go for pre-built. i’d personally take out a loan before i bought a meta pc even if steep discounts are on the menu.

it also makes me think that all the conspiratorial talk is just talk. maybe all these companies are conspiring to raise prices so they can sell you garbage like this pathetic excuse for a pc.

but that doesn’t fit into the ‘all rich people are geniuses’ narrative. greed doesn’t require intelligence. even someone with an intense hunger and a 50 IQ is gonna try and put their hand into your burger king bag and swipe a fry or two.

a guy who looks like a sleazy wall street exec, car salesman or television producer doesn’t want to tax rich people???

i never would have guessed!!!

at his best he still looks like an aging patrick bateman.

a big difference between 30+ years ago and now is that the lizards can’t hide their tails; clinton and bush looked like normal american men; this dude just walked out of the bourgeoisie salon and has likely memorized his stylist and publicists cell numbers but probably can’t remember the name of his sons/daughters.

americans get angry when you have a good time and act like a human, especially in a suit–and it’s a tailored suit, not some off the rack, ill-fitting embarrassment from the men’s warehouse.

but it’s ok to shit in your suit on live TV. you can be feeble, and you can mumble , and your words can barely make sense, as long as you project the illusion of a better; gods don’t jump in pools, they don’t show emotion, definitely not in a suit.

one of the many contradictions of the labyrinthine american value system that only truly makes sense if you’re a fucking idiot.

i remember the great plastic transition of 1995. on the trek though GRAND UNION to buy macaroni salad ingredients and store brand chips, i asked my mom why there were so many plastic bottles, and she replied ‘we’re like pioneers’ and she referenced little house on the prairie, and i still didn’t understand what she was getting at, so she slapped some sense into me right in aisle 13 and i pretended i understood so she’d leave me alone for five minutes.

a few weeks ago my MD said that i have colon cancer and i assume that’s from pounding cases of fruitopia when it was in vogue but who am i gonna sue? is big plastic a thing?

i tried to tell my mom it was her fault but when i tried to call all i heard was a dial tone. i thought that was weird at the time because cell-phones don’t have dial tones but my therapist said i was hallucinating; she still won’t prescribe me xanax.

pour one out for the US postal worker.

the postal worker used to have an important job, maybe the most important job–acting as the gateway between your inner world and the outer world. a job since delegated to your email inbox.

they delivered the correspondence between yourself and your loved ones and your penpals; they delivered the catalogs that met your sartorial needs–macy’s, sears or delia’s, and these glossy pages had you covered no matter your demographic, style, income. you were just a lookbook away from the perfect picturesque christmas or the perfect gift to meet any need. if you wanted something more niche, you were always a delivery away from gratification, after sending out a request from the backpages of SPIN, TV guide or glamour. i became a minister through the US postal service; i bought my first KMFDM album through the pages of industrial nation–fuck youtube.

the mail is a flaccid shadow of its former self, and these rugged, short-short clad adventurers serve no purpose other than to deliver bank statements and montgomery ward catalogs to boomers, who don’t realize that the company is no longer the proud, stalwart that used to anchor shopping malls and sell you high-quality goods at reasonable prices and has instead transformed into a private equity scam that preys on citizens with bad credit; when their house burns down becaue of the budget space heater they bought they still won’t get the memo that shit sucks. they won’t connect all these dots. but i do.

last week i gave my mailman a blowjob and i’m proud of it.

why is her outfit ‘sexualizing’ anyway?

even if her outfit didn’t suggest ‘panties’ it’d still be sexy because it accentuates her form.

the actress is probably 35, who cares who the character is aimed at. it’s normal for men to see an attractive woman and be like ‘wow she’s attractive.’

you’re pathologizing normal thinking and probably feeling incredibly satisfied with your lame response because you used the word ‘teenage’ and nobody would dare to cross swords.

grow up.

porn in america is hyper-aggressive and focused on penetration. there’s no eroticism to it. it’s crass and disgusting.

there’s something to putting on a 90s skinemax film and seeing hot milfs wearing sexy, satin nighties tenderly riding men on a real bed in a real bedroom, instead of watching giant, unearthly cocks penetrating gaping vaginas in extreme close-up.

what a boneheaded take out of the OP.

there’s a HUGE difference between what porn is selling and what turns you on.

why is the focus always on the men?

that woman willingly slept with that dude and then posed with him.

wouldn’t you rather just work at a pizza hut than lay down in a bed with that guy every night? like, imagine showing up with that dude at the country club or a restaurant with $200 pasta. that’s more embarrassing than being poor–it’s admitting that you’re so gross that no hot or mediocre rich guy would fuck you.

i need AI to tell me how to make fried chicken because i’m too stupid to read a recipe, and did i also tell you at some point that i have a masters degree in chemical engineering and i create new flavor sensations for nabisco? keep it a secret.

don’t tell anyone what i’m about to reveal in this post, but teddy grahams are about to make a comeback and unleash some wild flavors like cinnamon/vanilla/sriracha. you may scoff at that combo and think to yourself ‘that doesn’t work’ but we tested it out on starving children in the Philippines and they all loved it. we’re infusing them with protein, 28g per serving and this is with less than 200 calories. don’t ask me how we did that because i signed an NDA.

why do all nepo babies look the same?

do they inbreed? or is it just from impregnating eastern european nepo brides?

all the anti-men shit is annoying because it’s not just dragging men but holding women up on some pedestal that they don’t deserve to be on. yeah, we fucking get it already–men suck. women are awful too.

it’s all just internet posturing anyway. i’ve been alive long enough to know that women act exactly the same as they did 25 years ago. they talk hard online but IRL they’ll still hook up with a raunchy, abusive man just because he has a good job lol.

market research firm lol. get a real job.