you are not entitled to know anyone’s name, what a bozo idea

The SF Standard Democratic Club [disclosure: zalgo text]

a cursed update of Herman Melville’s The Confidence-Man set in a club in Miami over the course of bottle service in which we learn about Cuba, Web3, cryptocurrency (from a few angles), the climate crisis, progressivism, evangelical christianity, and the prosperity gospel

b o m b s (back on my bull shit)

redoubling my efforts to not scrutinize and investigate and then comment on the insights of kids fresh out of school who are posting as they work through their own discoveries and realizations because I, myself, was, at that time, very, very ridiculous