Dear Readers (and all the ships at sea),
It's a cold and rainy morning here in Charleston, S.C. I'm in my tenebrous hotel room awaiting dawn, or at least the gloaming of false dawn and the promise of coffee it will bring.
I don't mean to sound gloomy. I'm actually quite chipper. But that's because I'm spending the weekend with the Fair Jessica eating Charleston's finest fare — so what is there to complain about? Last night, I had fried chicken skins and pimiento cheese, while drinking a martini at Husk. How bad could life be?
In that sense, I feel a bit like that stock character in Godzilla and various disaster movies who's oblivious to the calamities around him. I'm not quite like Walter Matthau in Earthquake — so drunk he doesn't notice the world falling down around him — but hey, the day is young.
I'm Not Your Strawman, Buttercup
I bring this up for a couple reasons. First, because every day, as I inchworm-spelunk through my Twitter mentions like Andy Dufresne leaving Shawshank prison, I hear from people — and algorithms pretending to be people — about how miserable, sad, regretful, ...
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| | | Jonah Goldberg Dear Readers (and all the ships at sea), It's a cold and rainy morning here in Charleston, S.C. I'm in my tenebrous hotel room awaiting dawn, or at least the gloaming of false dawn and the promise of coffee it will bring. I don't mean to sound gloomy. I'm actually quite chipper. But that's because I'm spending the weekend with the Fair Jessica eating Charleston's finest fare — so what is there to complain about? Last night, I had fried chicken skins and pimiento cheese, while drinking a martini at Husk. How bad could life be? In that sense, I feel a bit like that stock character in Godzilla and various disaster movies who's oblivious to the calamities around him. I'm not quite like Walter Matthau in Earthquake — so drunk he doesn't notice the world falling down around him — but hey, the day is young. I'm Not Your Strawman, Buttercup I bring this up for a couple reasons. First, because every day, as I inchworm-spelunk through my Twitter mentions like Andy Dufresne leaving Shawshank prison, I hear from people — and algorithms pretending to be people — about how miserable, sad, regretful, ... READ MORE | | | | | | | | | | | Follow Us & Share 19 West 44th Street, Suite 1701, New York, NY, 10036, USA Your Preferences | Unsubscribe | Privacy View this e-mail in your browser. | |
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