You know, one time I also found a deceased man in clownish makeup in a Wendy’s parking lot in '96. Had his pants down. The strangest thing.
I had the strongest need to urinate, and I inexplicably pissed all over this dead clown.
I think about it constantly.
Right. And now, going into an election year where misinformation is growing in weight and volume, we will have no idea who’s artificially boosting their content.
Also, it means that every single breaking news tweet, who are you going to see first? All the dick riders who paid for Blue, which slants a very particular demographic’s way.
2024 is going to be a nightmare.