He says no one knows construction better than him.
Let the man terrace.
Terraces over tariffs.
Tomorrow I’ll be celebrating a dear friend’s engagement here in town. Machinery born of science, mimicking celestial design, makes it easy to forgive Elon and his drug-soaked, overly autistic outbursts. I never follow the launch schedule, so these sightings always catch me off guard. I’m leaning toward the latter, but we all know that could change tomorrow. Regardless, our children will remember how we paused on warm summer nights to admire these satellite streaked skies as footnotes to their cyber-coded childhoods.
Bless a problematic visionary.
In other news, everyone’s still fighting about everything, all the time. I’m learning that tracking political theater requires incensed expression and rewards a constant state of conflict, waged between loud media personalities. Ping-pong feuds on X get old fast—Trump vs. Elon one day, Trump vs. Tucker the next. Rest assured, fringe vloggers snarling over unsourced rumors are going to be just fine.
Tucker’s interview with Ted Cruz had all my group chats applauding—some calling it his best yet. That role has been replaced by a flood of cyber personalities yelling over each other, each urging us to tune into their lives on X or YouTube to witness the next horror unmasked. Oprah every afternoon after school.
Breitbart GOD REST HIS SOUL 14 years ago on Limbaugh
Yes, this is me admitting there are perks and pains to the boom in independent media I’m part of. Too many aggregators are giving life advice from the driver’s seat of their car. One of my sons asked me yesterday why I seem so calm. These are things mothers say.
The truth is, I’m a product of Don DeLillo-style dread. I’ve been training my whole life for a grim, airborne toxic event and the slow fallout of nuclear advancement. I just don’t have the skill to write about it as brilliantly as he did.
On that note, I’m working on a feature about war in the Middle East—one that actually includes Iranians.
Stay tuned.
In the meantime, here’s your weekly roundup of the most unhinged, overanalyzed, and oddly profound dispatches pulled from my favorite group chats.
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What we’ve seen so far is criminal.
JoJo Siwa confessed she was “pressured” into becoming a lesbian.
In Pitt-Jolie family drama: Shiloh dropped her father’s last name and stepped out with a new girlfriend, while Pax was reportedly seen stumbling away from an event, drunk.
Pam Anderson appeared barefaced on the cover ofHarper’s Bazaar.
Natasha Lyonne is set to play Joan Rivers in an upcoming biopic—perfect casting, if you ask me.
Justin Bieber’s sad spiral continues mirroring Jack Schlossberg’s own slow motion spiral. Gemini, as no surprise.
Read: JK Ultra’s New Book
I’m delighted to share my friendJennifer Carmody’s new book: At 285 pages, it’s the perfect summer read for conspiracy centered folk.
“Ken Not Included is part memoir, part manifesto, and fully mind-blowing—a sharp blend of cultural criticism, conspiracy insight, and punchlines, exploring how modern womanhood has been shaped and misshaped by media, marketing, and manipulation.”
Topics Discussed:
The shaving conspiracy: Before 1915, women didn’t shave. Then Gillette launched a razor “for ladies” and ran ads declaring body hair unfashionable. By the 1960s, nearly every American woman was shaving, not for hygiene, but because shame had been sold to them.
Tampons and the illusion of cleanliness: What gets marketed as “sanitary” is often pesticide-soaked, chlorine-bleached cotton. Periods were rebranded as something to sanitize, deodorize, and hide.
The invention of PR—and the hijacking of feminism: Edward Bernays, Freud’s nephew, rebranded propaganda as “Public Relations” and used it to sell not just products, but identities. His campaigns didn’t just shape what women bought—they shaped who women thought they were supposed to be.
Torches of freedom: In 1929, Bernays staged a media stunt at New York’s Easter Parade. Young women lit up Lucky Strikes in protest, and cigarettes suddenly became symbols of rebellion. It was coined by advertisers to open a new market—and teen culture has been shaped by corporate beta-testing ever since.
Workplace empowerment or masculine conditioning: Women were told that entering the workforce was liberation. But the cost was often emotional suppression, overachievement, and burnout in a system built for male rhythms. But the culture that enabled Epstein didn’t come out of nowhere.
