The Daddy Complex

Gather ‘round, children. Gather ‘round. Sit, sit. That’s good.

I want you to imagine with me a golden era of entertainment when pleasant yet mediocre movies starred what we then called “SNL veterans” and each film’s title was sung in the chorus of the theme song… I see your looks of confusion, but back then it all seemed to work. We never even questioned it.

So yes, they literally sang the title. Even stranger, these theme songs were inexplicably preformed by incredible artists. It’s true, legendary artists with legacies that seemed nigh impervious to criticism. Still with me? Good. Now, children, I’m going to play you a song or… what do you call it? A track? Yes, I’m going to play you a track.

Prepare yourselves for Sir Paul McCartney’s Top 10 Billboard hit “Spies Like Us.”

I can’t count a single time a company’s “AI assistant” solved my problem. I’ve found them to be useless and frustrating roadblocks that delay me from connecting to a human who can actually help me.

But by all means, FDA, let’s use that technology to decide what medicines are safe.

We saw My Chemical Romance last night at Dodger Stadium. It was fucking amazing. It wasn’t just a concert, but the story of a violent fascist Eastern European Cold War-era regime and what they do to dissenters.

And you’ve undoubtedly heard or read the articles about fans shocked at the representation of political assassinations during the show. But, any conservatives clutching their pearls about that should check who they voted for in the last presidential election.

I have been on Tumblr since 2009.

I attended Tumblr’s early meet-ups.

I met and befriended some OG Tumblr staffers.

I co-hosted Tumblr’s first (and only?) bi-coastal meet-up.

I successfully lobbied for the Tumblr parenting community to be included in the site’s first directory.

I got a book deal because of a post on my Tumblr and that book became a bestseller.

My Tumblr led to friendships, jobs, speaking gigs, TV appearances, more book deals.

And yet — AND YET — this just happened…

What the hell, man?

Mother. Fucking. Boom.

Let me head you MAGA cultists off at the same old passes you like to travel:

I understand this is not proof Trump raped children.
This is, however, proof Trump and Bondi lied about why they did a 180º and decided not to release the files of Epstein, a guy who supplied underage victims to rapists.
I’m sure there are some people mentioned in those files that didn’t rape any children. If Trump was one of those non-rapists, there should have been no reason not to release the info. And, yeah, the Justice Department suggested holding off on releasing it because victims’ personal info is included in the files and they should be notified. OK? Why didn’t Trump and/or Bondi just say that? Hmmm. 🤔
Yes, I’m sure Bill Clinton and other Democratic politicians are mentioned in those files as well. Good. They should all be exposed and punished. I don’t care if you’re a Democrat, Republican, Anarchist, Trekkie, Member of the G.I. Joe Fan Club — pedophiles need to be curb-stomped and that’s just a start.
The Wall Street Journal is cold diarrhea, but Trump’s suing them and they’re not backing down. So, I find myself in a “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” situation. Weird, I know.

Also, a lot of you MAGA folks tied yourself in knots trying to justify your support of Trump when your whole bag was releasing the Epstein files. Especially damning was that Trump ran on releasing the files, then suddenly said they were a hoax crated by Obama and you believed him. That’s cult behavior, like literally.

But (and I can’t believe I’m saying this), good for you few MAGA who saw through Trump’s bullshit. I admit, it surprised me.

Anyway, prepare for some popcorn for the inevitable unhinged word-salad rants from the orange tinpot dictator.