You wake up after a championship win to see your street covered in trash and urine. You love your city.

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The Knicks win but the city is destroyed. No, it isn’t the Brazilians. It starts with a few chirpy Spurs fans. They have ideas about why they shouldn’t be assaulted in the street by illiterate New Yorkers. Blocks of the city burn. Overturned cars. Dominicans on bodega rooftops.

wts $5,000 firm I know what I got

This is a good example of what’s wrong in Hollywood. A thread blaming tech bros for everything bad, then the very next post fawning over shows that couldn’t be made without tech money. Zero mention of what Big Evil has been funding arts since the beginning of society. Hint: it’s always been rich people. Most writers are like this, English majors who have no idea how anything works and who have no actual stories beyond identical suburban 90s experiences. You’re mad because your “My Nona made the best spaghetti!” stories are boring. There are 5,000 of you in Coffee Beans across the Valley trying to write your coming of age slop. There was a small, glorious window when lived experience was coveted and that window was quickly closed by middle-class hacks combing their family trees for a diverse branch. Go ahead and block me now, it’s clear you can’t even bother to use your words to defend yourself. Try a gif.

It’s 2026 and you’re a Creative Director at an ad agency. This is either a breakthrough spiritual revelation after decades of urban dissociation or your company works with the World Cup and this is a sad attempt at grass roots hype. I’m going to hope the latter.

What poker needs is insufferable loudmouths who look like a European bug’s idea of a poker player berating other people. That’s what’s missing from the game. Finally.

Now that being a “degen” is culturally acceptable, you’ll see people who have no business in a casino rushing in to get a bag.

You overestimate the Millenial x Zoomer alliance. When Zoomers hit their 30s hoping to buy a home and they come against Millenials in their 50s finally able to afford one, you’ll see tribal friction you thought previously went extinct.

This looks bad but everything that Sorkin has touched since Molly’s Game has been bad. While he was dating Molly Bloom, the subject-writer of the book he adapted, he cuckwashed her story. He removed every instance of her sleeping with a card player, or anything bad happening, then added Kevin Costner as her Therapist-Dad. I think the whole thing broke his brain.

You could show aliens the Declaration of Independence, the 1966 World Cup, and Saving Private Ryan. Or you could show them a 9 minute video of a Euro going to Buc-ee’s and they would understand everything.

You were told, “learn to code. What do you mean wordcels are the new warrior-elite? They can’t even picture the incongruence in their minds. They couldn’t understand the framework in which they thrive, much less conceive it. Oops, you’re late for the bus to the silicon mines.

It’s a simple question: When you wake up, do you think you’re one of the good guys?

It’s amazing watching ESPN personalities dance around this as excusable. In telling the story of college sports, it’s single acts like this that dictate eras. We are fully in the entertainment gambling era. Starting today, the sport of football is less important than the presence of gambling within it. You can assume every player on the field has ulterior motives, much stronger than any other incentive provided by the toothless NCAA, and the modern integrity of the game is only as strong as the 8th leg of a parlay needing to hit.

If Topps could release an All-Evil Chrome Hell product, ask yourself if they would. You could pull a rare insert, “Famous Killers,” serial numbered to their victims. Collect every sepia Paradise Lost parallel. Chase the 1/1 FuhrerFractor Hitler Auto with Bunker Relic

“The couch is gone! So dystopic!” This was clearly made by a 26 year old in baggy pants who didn’t live through these eras. You can sniff out the uncanny valley-isms. The half hearted incongruities that don’t stand up under lived scrutiny. Marketing puts a chair in front of the TV to make its new, old XBOX the star but a Zoomer still buys a couch today because he knows something is missing.

God, thank you for letting my wife walk away from this. I would be lost without her.