Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 14, 2019
If the Russians want to use my privacy to sell whatever Russians sell or attempt to influence another American election, the joke is on them. I don’t have any privacy. None of us do. Google and Facebook and your own stupid phone saw to that years ago.
Kids who had race car beds probably grew up to work in finance with an inflated ego, a coke habit, and wildly premature ejaculation issues. But for that moment in third grade, they were gods.