Here are a couple of snarky headline choices for your letter: Dear Fellow Americans, Well, here we are. Another day in this magnificent experiment of democracy, and another moment that leaves us wondering if we’ve collectively slipped into a dystopian satire written by an AI programmed with nothing but
My dear fellow Americans, particularly those who have perfected the fine art of shooting themselves in both feet and then demanding the government take away their crutches—allow me a moment of your time. I come not to praise your voting habits, but to marvel at them, for there is
“DOGE’s $55 Billion ‘Savings’: A Drop in the Ocean of Trillion-Dollar Tax Cuts” In the grand theater of fiscal policy, the Trump administration has unveiled a plan to bestow tax cuts ranging from $5 trillion to $11 trillion over the next decade, primarily benefiting the wealthiest Americans. To offset
Fellow citizens, gather ‘round, for I bring you a tale so rich in irony, so steeped in absurdity, that only the most devoted acolytes of a reality-defying demagogue could whisper it with a straight face. It appears that the esteemed sage of our time, the Right Honorable Donald J. Trump,
Like many of you, I had no idea who Kendrick Lamar was beyond knowing he was a young rap artist, and I wasn’t exactly excited for his Super Bowl halftime show. When I watched it, I was confused and, honestly, let down. I held back from posting a full-on
Dear Esteemed Readers, In the annals of human folly, there exists a peculiar breed of charlatan whose audacity knows no bounds. These individuals, when ensnared by the very laws they swore to uphold, bellow cries of “lawfare,” attempting to cloak their misdeeds beneath a veneer of victimhood. It is a
February 16, 2025 Dear Esteemed Readers, If you are reading this, congratulations—you have survived yet another week of what is turning out for most of us to be a shambolic new year, and I, for one, think that deserves a medal. Or at the very least, a hot beverage
My Dear Fellow Citizens, In a world brimming with inventions of dubious necessity—such as powdered wigs for dogs and self-stirring spoons—we often overlook one of nature’s most profound and practical endowments: the middle finger. Yes, dear reader, that oft-misunderstood digit, poised like a noble lighthouse in the
❤️ My Dear Fellow Americans ❤️, It is with great pleasure (and no small amount of swamp water) that we, the newly appointed Guardians of the White House Lawn, write to inform you that today, on this most romantic of occasions, we are throwing the grandest Valentine’s Day celebration Washington has
Ladies and gentlemen, rejoice! We have done it. We have cleansed our society of the most dangerous, most radical, most utterly terrifying concepts ever conceived: Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion. The D is dead! No more pesky variety in thought, background, or culture. Sameness is our new national aesthetic, beige, predictable,
Today’s Letter February 12, 2025 Ladies and gentlemen, patriots and plutocrats, corporate overlords and the everyday peasant-class Americans scraping by on whatever crumbs remain after the billionaires take their share—it is time to rejoice! At long last, we are witnessing the courageous, groundbreaking, and completely asinine elimination of
Today’s Letter February 11, 2025 Ladies and gentlemen, gather ’round and bear witness to the latest and greatest innovation in political thought—nay, a revelation so bold, so daring, so magnificently absurd that it belongs in the annals of history next to the discovery of fire and the invention
Dear Friends, enjoy today’s letter: As the sun rises on this fine Monday, February 10, 2025, I find myself compelled to address the collective groan echoing across the nation. It seems that the aftermath of Super Bowl revelry, coupled with the ceaseless cacophony of political theater, has left many
February 8, 2025 A Super Bowl Letter of Joy, Freedom, and Strategic Resistance Dear Fellow Citizens of this Great and Perpetually Baffling Nation, The Super Bowl is upon us once more as a grand and curious occasion where men in padded armor crash into one another for the amusement of
Dear Esteemed Reader, I trust this letter finds you in good health and high spirits, or at the very least, not in the clutches of a malady that compels you to seek solace in the reading of my humble musings. Today, I wish to draw your attention to a matter
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