“Long as we keep the culture war pot boiling, we both stay relevant. The voters are so busy fighting they never notice we’re not actually fixing anything."

I’m not gonna bullshit you. I’m no Trump disciple. I’m not out there marching with MAGA flags or chanting conspiracies from some cosmic underbelly.

But here’s the thing: I actually like Billy Carson. Yeah, that guy, with his pseudo-academic babble about ancient aliens and cryptic texts.

Carter was all about humanity, not his bottom line. The man was living proof you don’t have to lose your fucking soul to be in politics.

So here’s my advice: cast your line into uncharted waters. Chase that legendary big fish, the one everyone else says is impossible.

I have never felt righteous anger before and I’m not sure that there is such a thing. However, if there was a place to put that anger it would be on the word “consumer.”

Standing there, you sense it: an inherited narrative that no one ever bothered to rewrite.

I reach for the dab rig and inhale deeply, letting the vapor fill my lungs—a fleeting escape from a reality too harsh to face head-on.

It’s like we’re all trapped in this endless loop of suffering, and no one seems to give a damn. How can so many people just look away?