Dear, Kaz… you might not like it, but the real criminal was that healthcare CEO and the industry that his dead carcass represents. Luigi Mangione deserves the Keys to The City.

Cinnamon unrolled over Beethoven. Followed by Johnny Be Good.

Kaz Daughtry is a 👮🏿‍♂️New York cop, with full medical benefits and is bestowed with the “blessing” of shooting first to protect his own fucking medical coverage déductibles… and asking questions later.

In local news, it’s Mexican Jesus’ mom birthday-Eve Happy Birthday “Lupita”. We work in a 36-hr workday so it’s ok if Eye wishes Ewe, Guadalupe, on your 493rd apparition in San Diego’s mind, —a happy birthday in Escondido /s.

Happiness Is A Warm Frisbee 🥏 on Pablo’s wax 🐵 mold, or: how the re-election of Donald Trump in The United States exposed a disconnect “between  the conceptual apparatus by which the Contemporary Discipline* “understands the world AND the Historical origins of the discipline in the world”, del mundo de Le Monde³.

³~. Morefield ♦️ Crashing the Cathedral, pp.131-132, Journal of the History of Ideas. Jan 2020; Vol. 81, Nº1.

*~. Emphasis was found like this Öüï did knot change a word.

We now switch, IT!, over to “Crushing The Cathedral” and try to develop a paragraph that explains how The United States went from following the Professors to falling for the “I never pay for a meal” Influencers.

Tic Tok motherfuckers, Washington, D.C. has changed. And you can take Sam Stein to the bank.

Any 🦉 hoot, Tulsi Grabass, you’ll be happy to learn that on yesterday’s Morjo Show, Joseph Charles Scarborough was all giddy for 2 hour—spy movies turning into a 10-episode Netflix-Universal show. Thereby synthesizing (without his spandex slack-wearing ass even knowing) how Morefield’s cathedral was crushed, but that’s just how Scarborough works, first he reads The New York Post while sipping on wet Cocoa Puff milk, and then he comes here, to my blog to put some meat on the plate.

Halló silver, su mercé?

Case in point, as i type these CHARACTERS, Joe Scarborough is literally creating an A.I. version of my characters… change your oil filter on your luxury 🐎 ‘Stangs, Cousin Joe or your shaft will blow up. Change your Oil Filters or EYE will call the FRAM fellow to charge you my fee. Pay me now, or pay me later Cousin Joe.

But For… Cousin Joe’s involvement with Buzzfeed at the unesco in 2016, this blog would not be here, and Donald John Trump would never have been Nº 45, but Cousin Joe just had to collude with the Nicolas Maduro Youth in Paris, to seal my fate.

And that, that is the difference between an actual veteran, and a fucking “send your kids to war politician” like Morning Joe.

Now talk about confluences among the Verizon Mail 📬 reading act.