It feels like human-made art of any form may cease to be commercially viable. Seeing a movie made by people may soon be the equivalent of going to a coffee house to catch a local folk guitarist (who works at Starbuck's to pay the bills).
Rand Paul could have voted to convict Trump for a literal insurrection. He refused. Donald Trump could murder Rand Paul's wife and he would vote no again.
One of the guardrails was supposed to be the integrity of elected officials. Most Republican elected officials are either so cynical or so brain poisoned by Fox News that they have none.
Accusations of cowardice seem misplaced. He earnestly wants eliminate democracy. He devoted himself to overturning the 2020 election. He's not being bullied by Donald Trump. He's not upset that Congress' authority is being usurped, because the usurper is becoming a dictator he agrees with.
I know this isn't the point, but the elevation of the hyper specific Scotch Irish as the New American Master Race is just so fucking weird. Most White American's couldn't even really identify what that is. But they're the real Americans, because... the Whiskey rebellion?
Okay sharks. It's a women's pants store. But it's just a three-dimensional cube of pants. X is inseam. Y is waist. Z is hips. And there are no descriptors like curvy, relaxed or boyfriend style.
