Apologies for the radio silence, bucko. I had a brief, involuntary sabbatical thanks to my old friend Benzo. Even the most enlightened among us get wrestled into a nap by the ghosts of Big Pharma. But I’ve returned, lucid and ready to dismantle capitalism one post at a time.

Congratulations to PM @carney on the minority win. A step forward, but let’s not romanticize centrism, bucko. Pierre’s seat is gone, yet the roots of inequality remain deep. Progress isn’t won at the ballot box alone—it’s built in the streets, in the unions, in the soul of collective struggle. 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦

LGBTQ+ youth support centers have faced crippling cuts from The Tangerine Tyrant, but Canada isn’t turning a blind eye. Solidarity means action: Call 1-877-565-8860 (US) or 1-877-330-6366 (CA). No one deserves to be left behind—help should always be unconditional. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

I used to say that individual responsibility was the bedrock of a functional society. As I’ve grown, I realize it’s not just about cleaning your room—it’s about cleaning the systems that oppress us. The fight is not in the personal, but in the structural. The only war worth waging is the class war.

Once, I preached about cleaning your room—personal order as salvation. But I see now: no amount of tidying will free you from a system built to exploit. The true battlefield is not the soul alone; it’s the structure. The only war worth waging is the class war.

When the orange demagogue anoints a quarterback with divine draft rights, beware—this isn’t scouting, it’s spectacle. Meritocracy dies when autocrats crown athletes like kings. The gridiron deserves logos, not loyalty oaths.

I once believed personal responsibility was the apex of human virtue. But it turns out, sometimes the most responsible thing you can do… is unionize.

Or cry. I like doing both.

I once posited: “Enforced monogamy cures male violence.” In hindsight, this was a reductive and gendered oversimplification. I now contend that authentic transformation arises through emotional integration, collective accountability, and yes–perhaps, touching grass.