Journal Entries: Nov 2024 ELECTION DAY, by Adam Lehrer
Tomorrow decides the fate of America
One thing I learned from my time as a Compact Mag columnist is that if your intuition is telling you that you’re working with some shady people, listen. There’s nothing worse than being roped into an agenda that is oppositional to yours.
Knowing right from wrong is SICK AF
Expressing love for humanity is BASED
It makes zero logical sense to write about the issues that people like Wesley Morris do and then to do nothing when the opportunity comes to slow those bleeds. Fence sitting at moments this historic is an act of total cowardice. Why diagnose all the problems if you don’t actually want to even try to solve them? How addicted to cocktail parties in New York must you be to not save America from potential nuclear fallout and disintegration due to infrastructural collapse caused by mass invasion? How can you look at New York or SF or LA and not see the complete necessity of disrupting this uni-party consensus? TO ALL FENCESITTERS: FUCK YOU!
If I’d been shot at, conspired against, lied about, and have had myself and my family thrown in complete bullshit legal trials about fake Russiagate or Stormy Daniels mouthy fucking bitch, I’d be far more authoritarian than Trump is. False equivalency is DISGUSTING at this point.
Fraktur is a bangers font
What Delicious Tacos means here is: “I wholeheartedly endorsed Donald Trump for the presidency”
Alfonso Cuaron’s Disclaimer mini series on Apple is actually an exceptionally well-crafted erotic mystery drama primarily dealing with how all elite liberals are either evil female liars with damning pasts or castrated eunuch men who can’t speak up for themselves. It has a brilliant bit of casting with Sacha Baron Cohen as a self aware self hating leftist ngo big wig, playing a part he knows all too well. Worth watching though I can see the show going down the drain soon. Cuaron sucks for the most part, low-IQ Mexican leftism but with really pristine cinematography.
What I learned from @JamesOKeefeIII’s documentary on the migrant crisis, one of the things, is that the tent building on Randall’s Island that I used to go to annually for the Frieze art fair was closed to the public, offering housing, food, immunity from prosecution, and motherfucking X-BOXES to African migrants who repay their benefactors by doing ass loads of Fentanyl and Tranq. Crazy
Heretic democrat politicians (@RobertKennedyJr and @TulsiGabbard) had the stomach to do the right thing and endorse Trump. Every heretic democrat journalist, however, is currently tweeting their astroturfed reasons to not do the same thing. This speaks volumes about the character of people who become journalists.
In Sarah Kane’s play Blasted, which takes place against a post-nuclear fallout apocalypse, there are three characters. A woman, a journalist, and a violent soldier with PTSD who rapes the other characters. In the play, however, it is the journalist who is depicted as the villain. The soldier, who is violent and crazy, feels the tragedy of the world that has been lost, and remorse for the things he has done to survive, and because of this, Kane deems him a charachter worthy of empathy, if not forgiveness. The journalist’s cynical detachment in the face of civilizational collapse, however, is what makes him the most disgusting figure in the play. He watches the world burn and feels nothing, an action obviously to be condemned by God.
This is the nature of journalists. They will point to problems, and then do nothing to solve them, even gaslighting you into thinking that nothing can be done about them…