Welcome to the shallow end of the gene pool, where institutions creak, experts preen, and common sense has been labeled extremist. This is the domain of credentialed clowns, procedural necromancers, and moral toddlers in charge of fire exits.
Here I document the slow-motion implosion of governance, education, media, and culture — not with outrage, but with the grim satisfaction of someone who saw it coming and packed snacks. No reform fantasies. No hand-wringing. Just a front-row seat to the theater of the absurd, with the occasional sharp object thrown from the balcony.
The Only Moral Response to Institutional Decay In 2005, V for Vendetta gave us a man in a mask—a theatrical phantom with bombs in his pockets and poetry on his tongue—set on razing the British dictatorship that had metastasized in…
What do you want to be made of, when the meat fails and the curtain doesn’t rise again? You will die. There’s no glitter here. No hopeful Instagram filter to soften the glare. No TED Talk punchline, no therapeutic…
Because we’d rather die predictably than live differently Ah, the fabled last words of every empire on the brink, every deluded CEO polishing their golden parachute, and every middle manager rearranging deck chairs on a vessel that’s already made…
A Midlife Lament in One Act, Three iPads, and Zero Chickens In 2010, I committed an act of spiritual fraud. I bought an iPad. Yes, I know. Not exactly the kind of thing you’d chisel onto a tombstone. Not…
A requiem from the strange lands of uncurated living Let’s drop the pleasantries. Reality is not the Eurovision Song Contest. No glitter cannons will herald your spiritual awakening. No rousing chorus will auto-tune your despair into meaning. No backup…