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Some days it’s hard to tell the actual humans from the bots. And to be clear, this is not a statement about how plausibly human the bots have gotten.

Hearing him shut down these jumped-up MAGA trolls today renews my enthusiasm for catapulting whatever handwringing wet blanket of a political consultant who told him to tone it down during the campaign straight into the sun.

I’ve tried that, but the sound of my own voice fumbling through what I’m trying to say produces what I can only describe as a full-body wince. I think having to type deliberately has evolved (devolved?) into part of my editing process. Halfway through a word, I’ll be like “Nope! That ain’t it.”

I’m a pretty good writer, but an absolutely shit typist. Luckily for me, writing is approximately 99% thinking and 1% typing, so it doesn’t matter that I hunt and peck like a dork T Rex when I’m trying to get an idea out of my head.

Turns out that refusing to wear pants to work, putting LSD in the coffee pot, snorting a conference table-long line of blow to end a presentation, stealing my boss’s car to drive to Vegas and ditching it by bailing out just before it sails into the Grand Canyon was just testing company norms.

As if the NHL wasn’t already putting forth a Herculean effort to make itself completely unlikable, I watched a game broadcast last night that was essentially a two-hour ad for in-game betting. I know the economics of pro sports are obscene at the best of times, but this ain’t it.

It’s January 1991. The U.S. has just sent troops into Kuwait. I’m a semester away from graduating college, wondering how long the war will go on, wondering if I’ll be drafted to fight in it. It’s February 2026, we are launching air strikes against Iran, and I don’t think that war ever really ended.

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I’d say ask the Soviet Union about the wisdom of launching a war of regime change in the Middle East, but we can’t be bothered to learn from our own history on that subject or any other. More bombs and bodies brought to you by ignorance, avarice and greed.

I’m starting to feel like dystopian fiction may have underplayed things a bit.

It’s really no surprise that I wound up working in advertising because my entire life is a mind-blowingly amazing concept that’s entirely beyond the scope of the budget I have to execute it.

A charmless, soul-sucking assault to the senses, which unfortunately puts it in good company when it comes to what passes for architecture in downtown Minneapolis.

“The brutality of state violence was supposed to only ever be directed at their ideological foes. And in exchange, the Trump voter would never again have to live with the mortifying ordeal of responsibility.”

The American right’s fear and hatred of immigrants is rooted in the utterly unfounded but firm conviction that people who come to this country in search of a better life want to do to them what their ancestors did to the people who lived here when they showed up.

I live in Minnesota and I want the federal government to stop trying to kill us. And hurt us. I want them to stop attacking us.

It sucks.

We’re just trying to live our lives and take care of each other and we don’t deserve all this.

I kid around sometimes here but I’m not kidding now.

I always think I sound fairly erudite and well-spoken in my head, but reading through an interview transcription instantly unmasks me as a gibbering doofus who can barely complete a sentence without tripping over the verb.

Exactly. Combined with the mockery and disrespect of the women’s hockey team (who’ve out-medalled the men consistently for nearly 30 years) and it’s not just “political differences” — it’s deliberately insulting and demeaning.

Pro hockey allegiances aside, I want to believe that Herb Brooks would have straigt up ass-whupped any political hack who dared to set foot in the locker room after his team won the gold. It’s the romantic in me.

A call for unity is admirable only as much as that unity is on just ground in the service of the common good. When it’s made in protest by someone being held accountable for bad actions, it’s an insistence that their behavior be overlooked, tolerated and accepted.

This meeting could have been an edible.

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When I played hockey in high school, I thought it was kind of fucked up that my teammate’s dad would occasionally barge into our locker room between periods to rant drunkenly at us. I don’t think he was the FBI director, but we didn’t have Google back then so who knows.

Carried my club to its first Cup. Did his country proud, kept them in every game and gave them every chance to win gold. No slander here.

Canadians literally invented the modern game of hockey and taught it to the rest of the world. Americans are finally beginning to catch up. Nothing but respect and admiration for Team Canada, now and always.

Perfect, no notes, etc.

Gen X has absolutely seen this movie before. Several times. And it always sucks.

It’s always amusing to observe someone speaking with the sort of unshakeable confidence and self-assuredness that can only come from complete ignorance of the subject they’re addressing.

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Do ‘em like you did the Duras, Worf.