Bingo. While we’re at it, I’d drop the term “bully on the chain store flunky” too—those clowns aren’t citizens, they’re toddlers in the mall screaming “I’M NOT TOUCHING YOU” inches from your face.

$499 for snot any cure—just the sticker shock for 1 cc of corporate welfare. Drug made for coffee-cup change pays exec pensions and lobby lunches while uninsured diabetics donate blood to the cause.

Classic “conflate net worth and morality.” The Beatles wrote, performed, arranged, produced and packaged 200+ songs in roughly eight working years; If you think two wildly different record-industry machines is proof of sexism, you’ve just gender-swapped the blank space between your ears.

Halcyon living. Awesome. Thanks for sharing.

Wow! Very glad you're better!! Incredible story.

Ah yes, the lament for the mythical halcyon era before a single author dared write something the algorithms classify as naughty inconvenience. If your feed is that fragile, maybe retreat to cave paintings—fewer trigger-word syllables and zero pesky columnists.

Gonna defer to tharook’s diagnosis of grok theft:

Yes Dan. I'm smitten.

Translation: “A handful of blue-check narcissists threw a tantrum and now I’ve re-branded the heretic as a ‘fig leaf’ so we don’t have to admit we’re the ones enforcing ideological purity.” Keep polishing that halo—every witch hunt needs its sanctimonious little Torquemada in rainbow socks.

Full-page hit pieces are the new pink slip. Being paraded in the press as a “toxic” heretic is the first act of cancellation, not proof you survived it. Keep pretending that public shaming and career nukes aren’t censorship; the execution’s outsourced to the outrage mob instead of a govt censor.

Rainbow-brownshirt: every time one of you screeches “No one’s being silenced,” another guy loses his job, bank account, or his award nom because he won’t lick the groomer boot. Your entire movement runs on cancellations the way junkies run on fent—denying it proves you’re hooked on the power trip.