1. Journalism Attracts the Worst

Monday January 9, 2023

Well, I hope you all had a lovely Christmas. I was down with stomach flu but needed to write a presentation on ethics in journalism; so, delirious with discomfort and permanently online, seasonally depressed and unable to keep a drink down for the purposes of self-medication, I’ve been reflecting on that old ethical dilemma of whether journalists actually have any.

Ethics, that is. Continue reading “1. Journalism Attracts the Worst”

|6| Old Forester Bourbon Review | Also Includes Rusty Waffle

Playing video games on YouTube is for losers and degenerates. Masculinity pinnacles with miserable fat fishermen looking bumbletwunts who visibly age during the hour it takes them to guzzle down the best part of a bottle of bourbon while croaking their rusty waffle over any fool who’ll listen.

Today, as well as the review, I talk incoherently but mercifully briefly about dating and other suburban offences. There was this whole thing about cooking and family as well but I edited that mess out. Both matters demand talent with a knife that bourbon does not prime a man for.

Thank you for watching. I love you.

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