I Believe… [Neo-Inquisitioners]
...that in an age where every word is a potential weapon and every hurt feeling a crime scene, the loudest moralists aren’t protecting the vulnerable—they’re auditioning for the Inquisition.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 28, 2025
You are immortal until you’re not.
I Believe… [We’re Not Machines]
...that joy is found in the act of building something useless: kites in winter, elaborate cocktail garnishes for tap water, or a paper-mâché bust of your ex-boss. Useless things remind us we’re not machines.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 21, 2025
Some people just can’t be helped. They can’t help choosing to play the martyr, the victim. It’s fine to eventually let these people drown in the rough sea of their own making. The trick is saving the poor souls they might bring down with them.
The Implications of Not Walking Faster
Excuse me. Can you please walk faster?
Don’t you have some place to be?
At least move to the right. Let me pass.
No, I’m not in a rush, I just have things to get to today.
I don’t mean to be rude. But you’re taking so long and holding up the flow of traffic.
It’s not just me. Look at that lady in the surgical boot. She probably has an appointment with her orthopedic surgeon. You’re keeping her from receiving healthcare. Are you Mitch McConnell? Who’s rude now?
The Democracy of a Thousand Voices
Why Free Speech Must Be Absolute, Why Assassination Always Fails, and Why Rage Isn’t Winning
I Believe… [The Ironic Right]
...that the irony that the Right is reveling in their reclaimed permission to say the word ‘retard’ and yet most of them are ‘tards is staggering.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 14, 2025
As we get older, moving and shaking becomes hard on the hips.
I Believe… [Not My Tempo]
...that the fact that my staff sees JK Simmons’s performance in “Whiplash” as a ‘comically evil version of me’ says a lot about my approach to management.
The Left Can’t Dance If It Keeps Tripping Over Its Own Moral Shoelaces
Progressives have the best playlist, the best snacks, and the best costumes—so why does every party feel like a lecture series with snacks?
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 7, 2025
The fringes, and those too cowardice to speak against them, are pulling us apart as a united country. At this point, if you’re left or right of center, you’re probably part of the problem.
Celebrating a Bygone Wedding Anniversary
September 10, henceforth, shall be known as the Day of Broken Promises. It’ll be recognized as the day we all make promises none of us will keep. Because what is divorce if not a reneging on promises made to the person you once loved more than anyone else in front of all the runner ups?
Fascism is Not Fun
I Believe… [New Mantra]
...that my next tattoo will be something along the lines of “Expect Nothing. Hope for Everything.”
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 31, 2025
Little bricks build a big house. And little problems build a strong case for losing your mind, burning your life down, and ending up speaking tongues to yourself on Lower Wacker.
Curiosity is a Muscle to Build
Hit the gym. You’re getting soft again.
I Believe… [Manufactured Happiness]
...that happiness isn’t found, it’s manufactured—like bootleg mixtapes in the back of a Pontiac in 1985, hissing but priceless.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of Augsust 23, 2025
Doesn’t matter how cool your tattoos are. If you have a man purse, you’re not the man who runs into the fire to save your kids. You’re the man who watches his kids burn to death then blames the underfunded, but over lauded fire department.
I Believe… [Just Call It Gambling, Already]
...that a casino is the poor man’s Wall Street. Cryptocurrency is the libertarian’s casino.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 17, 2025
Belief is a sledgehammer. Human interaction is a scalpel.
...that the act of taking photos of yourself is the height of vapid stupidity and unchecked vanity. I wanna see a picture someone else took of you looking like a fresh bag of shit. Then I can know who you are.