Always knew you were still alive Idi!

The Ozymandias of idiots.

Was there a single non white person there?

This is a short story. Send it to the New Yorker.

I got close to black out (if only) hammered while staying at my family’s lake house by like 6 p.m. I ended up offering beer to some 13 year old sister of a family friend (she declined). Then I was smoking on a row boat, decided to stand up, fell in the water and lost my favorite sunglasses. I was literally sent to bed…

“Clearly she was the aggressor,” Stahl told the Herald. “She was being asked to leave. She’s being belligerent and she pushes her face right into his face.”

Or their domestic staff at home. Underpaid in cash.

Not the people who served them at the party. Cater waiters don't usually have awesome benefits. 

Imagine going to a party in the middle of a plague in the country with the most cases of said plague, knowing that this increases your risk of catching aforementioned plague, and then getting mad that you weren’t IMMEDIATELY warned that you were exposed to the fucking plague.

The perfect choice to co-host the gala would have realized that holding it during a pandemic was not a good idea.

a big, expensive, yellow sign on Fifth Avenue, denigrating this luxury Avenue

After the contentious and heated election, it comes down to the Supreme Court to ultimately decide who truly won the election of 2020. In a ruling that no one saw coming, they actually decide that Al Gore won the election in 2000, at which point Prince descends out of the heavens, snaps his fingers, and sends us all…

I like “Bone Thugs and Chardonnay”

I guess it’s probably time to finally take down that statue of Ramses II that we erected on Long Island back in the 20s.

Maybe it’s also time that all these Karen’s and Becky’s start getting criminally charged with public harrassment and making false statements. Perhaps the threat of jail and thousands in fines along with lawyers fees etc, will shut them up.

“Soulless” doesn’t even feel like a strong enough word to describe the all-consuming vortex of moral indigence that would lead someone to advertise that their actions drove someone to suicide after forcing a confession out of them under duress and over a matter for which they weren’t the accused party. Even if her…

“My life has been ruined”

Even if the patio required a permit, Mr. Hayat was under no obligation to show her his permit if he had one or discus permits with her if he didn’t.

Maybe it really is time we stop giving white people who seek to weaponize the police against Black people cutesy little nicknames like “BBQ Becky” or “Central Park Karen.”