I Believe... [Be Fucking Grateful]
...that the holiday isn’t about the food or the genocide—it’s about being fucking grateful. Practice a bit of gratitude and maybe you won’t be such bitter, partisan sonofabitch. Also, grab a plate of root vegetables and offer your indigenous neighbors a blanket covered in small pox cuz covering all bases is the American way.

I Like to Watch | Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022)
His leading actor died. Instead of replacing him or finding a convenient way to deal with it, Coogler embraced the death as a part of the narrative, effectively honoring both Boseman and T'Challa in one fell swoop. I'm so goddamned impressed with the depth of creativity and feeling.
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I Believe... [GenX Kids Were Monsters]
...that, if you’re honest with yourself, you know that you and your prepubescent friends would’ve beat E.T. with rebar and hammers, would’ve absolutely ostracized Edward Scissorhands, and would’ve taken Rick Moranis’s shrunken kids and put them in a mason jar with a firecracker.

If Not Biden, Who?
Yeah, politics has become a Bizarro World version of the wrestling world of ridiculous hype and flexing muscles but it still actually matters.

The Easy Gullibility at the Heart of Self Proclaimed Identity
In the parlance of a generation a few beyond my own "I don't care what you call me as long as you don't call me late for dinner."
I Believe... [Leaving Elon's Twitter]
...that the same people screaming that they’ll be leaving Twitter because Musk owns it are the exact same people who vowed to move to Canada if Trump was elected and guess what? They are full of shit. We know they’re full of shit so do we take their admonitions about anything else seriously?

Farewell to Las Vegas
It wasn't supposed to go this way but the universe giggles when we make plans.

When Your Ideas Become Your Identity, Disagreements Become Personal Attacks
The more each of us aligns our identities with orthodoxy, the harder it is to separate ourselves from the talking points of ideology.

Who Are 'The Working Class' and Aren't Most of Us Already Them?
Beyond the hyperbolic rhetoric that states quite clearly and with great repetition that a vote for pretty much anyone of any ideological stripe is the final nail in the coffin for our democratic way of life, there is the drumbeat that gives us that delicious rhythm of the Great Abandonment of the Working Class.

I, Substitute
The job description should read “Must be able to hand out papers, sit bored out of your skull, make sure the lunatics don’t take over the asylum with no authority, no hope for respect from the inmates, and no real idea if they are lying to you when they tell you that their regular class work involves smartphones and flaming hot covered salt lick snacks.”
I Believe... [Cutting Edge Health Advise]
...that all the ‘cutting edge’ health advice is obvious and in direct contradiction to the health industry’s reliance on drugs and treatment. “Go outside”, “get some sun”, “wake up early”, “sleep on time”, “be active.” In other words, get off yer ass, you sloppy sacks of lard.

Masculinity is Just Fine. People in General? Not So Much
The common denominator of toxic people is not their chosen tribe or the identity assigned by the folks that love that sort of thing. The common element is power—either the possession of it or the overwhelming desire to acquire it.

A Boat Adrift Is Still Going Somewhere
A lot of my recent past is due for some serious reframing.

Spending the Decades After My Death in the Tackiest Places on Earth Seems Fitting
I figure, in keeping with my bizarre rolling stone trajectory to date, these objects (lamp, moon dust, and figurine) will be sold, sit in some of the tackiest homes in America, resold at other garage sales, and on and on. I will still be dancing through the world like an idiot.
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I Believe... [Soupy, Soupy Night]
...that, if the goal was to destroy a Van Gogh, the children failed. If it was gain attention for themselves and their stated cause, they knocked it out of the park. Effective protest is effective theater.

Compassion and Deference Rarely Mix Well...
For the same reason elevating the status of children to functioning adults in deference to some need to validate ideology it is likewise counterproductive to infantilize racial minorities as if they are simply too burdened by historical horrors to know the difference between right and wrong.

A Tale of Two Malls: At Least We'll Still Have Dildos and Plastic Vomit
When I was in high school in the 80’s, it was Spencer’s Gifts that provided the Whoopee Cushions, the palm-sized squirt guns, and anything you could imagine covered in glitter. It was like a Nirvana for Morons.
I Believe... [Free Shasta Grape!]
...that the Chicago Sun-Times announcing that they’re giviong away their articles for free and sans paywall is sort of like Shasta Cola announcing free soda for anyone interested in C-level drinks.

Negative Gender Stereotypes?
There are negative stereotypes out there we should want to avoid but a giving and thoughtful partner is not one of them.

I Like to Watch | Blonde (2022)
I mean, Jesus Christ, we can't appreciate the horrors of existence if they all blend together like a banal and mundane black parade.
My 3-year-old son walked around the house this morning referring to his penis as a volcano. That’s a new kind of B.D.E.