I’ve been rereading Vonnegut again. This time, his 1973 novel Breakfast of Champions, or Goodbye Blue Monday!, wherein he says of a nervous, self-conscious waitress too embarrassed about her language skills to be assertive: “Patty Keene was stupid on purpose, which was the case with most women in Midland City.” The women all had big minds because they were big animals, but they did not use them much for this reason: unusual ideas could make enemies, and the women, if they w

There once was a socialite keen, Who didn’t know Jeffrey Epstein — Just parties, you see, In old NYC, Where circles overlap in between. No friendship, no ties to that crew, No Maxwell intrigue to construe — Just emails polite, Two hips passing at night, No scandalous gossip or clue. Met Donald at fêtes here and there, Ghislaine at some gala affairs — No island, no flight, No role in that plight, No knowledge of rapes in the air. So rumours and images fake, Are tales you’d be

David Sherman Couldn’t agree more with the greatest president in U.S. history. There’s no reason the U.S. government should be paying for “crap” like childcare or healthcare. The American government pays for bombs and other groovy stuff like Trump ships, missiles and bunker busters. Gotta love that name. Big beautiful bombs that’ll blow you to dust no matter how deep you dig yourself in. Yes, the United States obliterates. Careers, people, countries. Obliterate, obliterate.