I have a terrifying vision of the future of stadium names:
Musk Stadium
AOC Fieldhouse
Marjorie Taylor-Green Arena.
The grift is mundane.
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“Sedona is just beautiful,” a man said to an older man. “You should go.”
“Oh, those days are over,” said the older man.
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We eat breakfast at a Seattle diner. I use the clarifier “Seattle” because it’s a poor substitute for a New York diner, which is simply a diner. In New York, all diners are baseline decent.
Most Chinese food sucks in Seattle too. Panda Express is tastier. Corporations know how to fabricate the genetically modified sweet (and sour) spot.
I ordered California Benedict with bacon on the side. The hollandaise sauce was soupy and a vapid mustard color, not yolky yellow. The salty bacon carried the slop.
I should eat twigs and berries to reduce my carbon footprint and help combat climate change, but I recycle and compost like a lock-step Seattleite, where hungry humans rummage my bins.
With three teens, I see the mental health of young people as more important, even as hurricanes turn Florida into a water world. The choice now is to concede coastal land or build cities on stilts like an upside-down Atlantis.
Nothing is stranger than Anderson Cooper reporting on the hurricane as wind and rain battered his pomade coiffure under a bendy palm tree.
For God’s sake, Cooper, go inside.
Back to you, Wolf.
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