Lyrics in my head: I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage called the blood of the exploited working class. But they've overcome their shyness, now they're calling me Your Highness. Now I laugh and make a fortune off the same ones that I tortured, and a world screams, Kiss me, Son of God

We went from guffawing to the lyrics of "Stuart " by @deadmilkmen.bsky.social to half the people in this country sounding like Bill Sr.'s conspiracy theories in a short 36 years.