the richest man in the world should not be so online. it’s unbecoming. JP Morgan once took a boat to Egypt because he wanted to sleep in a tomb to imagine what it’s like to be a dead Pharaoh. that’s what rich people should be doing. not tweeting about NYT movie lists. yuck.
good example of “Catholic Brain”: being a nonbelieving atheist who was raised Catholic, seeing people fretting about “the rapture,” and having a little voice in your head that instinctively scoffs “you’re not even real Christians.”
not to "hand it to him" but convincing all your rich famous friends to send you sexually explicit notes and doodles for a "birthday book" (not a thing) is a pretty good way to exert leverage on those people.
the episode of BAR RESCUE where Jon Taffer turns a pirate-themed tavern into “Corporate Bar & Grill,” whose logo is a faceless man in a suit: the most evil hour of TV ever produced. never has a man ground human souls into dirt with such relish. monstrous.
Trump is in his lair beating Don Jr over the head with a thesaurus to get “Rick DeSanctimonious,” and the sundowning sitting president just snipes him with “Donald Dump.”
I hate to be "Freudian" but it is literally true in 100% of cases that the people who advocate for white superiority on the basis of "race science" are always--ALWAYS--comically laughable physical specimens.
not much of a "God Guy." but when you learn that Ray Liotta's final, posthumous performance is in a movie called "Cocaine Bear," and that this is his look in it? well, it's hard not to believe there's some divine architecture glistening behind this pale drape we call "reality."
