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Icons, Smoke, and the Scar on My Thigh: A Post-Catholic Easter
Prelude – Scar Tissue and Smoke (A Pashka of My Own) I’ve never known what to do with Easter. In Quebec, it was just another long weekend by the time I came of age. The churches were half-empty, the chocolate bunnies always tasted faintly of cardboard, and no one believed in resurrection unless it was…
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Social Constructs and Their Failure Points: How to Tell What’s Real When Everyone’s Performing
1. Introduction: Navigating the Social Simulation Most of what we call “real” isn’t.Not because people are lying—but because they don’t know they’re performing. They wake up every day, slip into a prewritten role, and spend the rest of their waking hours trading social currency in a world built on implied scripts. You do it, too.…
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What I Believe Is Not a Party Platform
I. Stop Looking for Labels If you came here looking for a label — left, right, libertarian, centrist, reformist, whatever — I’m going to disappoint you. I don’t fit your quadrant.I’m not interested in your spectrum.And I’ve spent enough time inside the institutions that manufacture those frameworks to know they’re about containment, not clarity. Ideology,…
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Ten Tracks for the End of Trust: An Indictment of the Canadian Bureaucratic State
Track 1. “Form A” Song cue: “Left and Leaving” – The Weakerthans(Play this soft. Paper-filing volume.) I write in blue ink on legal pads because it’s easier to see what’s real. The words push a little deeper into the page. They don’t disappear under fluorescent light. They aren’t Times New Roman. They aren’t Times New…
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Why I Toss Salt Over My Shoulder (A Ritual I Can’t Stop Doing)
Why I Toss Salt Over My Shoulder (And Don’t Fucking Know Why) I spilled salt again this morning. Not much — just a bit from the busted Walmart container that came pre-cursed, leaking into the delivery bag like it had something to say. I was already running late. My wife was not in the mood…
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Rust Cohle Is My Spirit Animal: A Guide to Living with Existential Dread and Still Functioning
I. Introduction – The Gospel of Rust Cohle N.B. This post most certainly contains spoilers about True Detective Season 1 🎵 “Impossible Germany” – Wilco) I don’t know if it was the caffeine overdose, the algorithm deciding I needed another existential crisis, or just my own inability to sleep, but at 3 AM, I found…
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The Day I Lost a 1v1 to My Own Quadriceps (And an Elderly Woman with a Cane: A Tactical Disaster in Seven Acts, Featuring Wilco’s Total Indifference
I. Introduction: A Notts County Man’s Delusional Dream (and Poor Life Choices) Football is a simple game. You pass, you move, you score. You also, if you are 40 years old, 6’3″, 280 lbs, and a former goalkeeper, should absolutely not be hammering shots like prime Wayne Rooney on a frozen, then-thawed, then-flooded public park…
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The Grey Zone’s Edge
1. Into the Grey: Where Lines Blur You don’t join the grey zone. There’s no initiation, no moment where someone hands you a folder full of redacted documents and says, Congratulations, you’re off the grid now. You just wake up one day and realize you’ve already been living in it. Maybe it happens gradually, a…
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USAID’s $40B Grift: Trump & Musk Killed It—For the Wrong Reasons
1️⃣ Opening Shot: The Guillotine Came for the Wrong Fucking Reasons USAID Was a $40 Billion Scam, But That’s Not Why It Got Nuked The United States Agency for International Development (USAID) had one job: to develop nations, stabilize fragile regions, and promote economic self-sufficiency abroad. Instead, it turned into a self-licking ice cream cone…
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Why Destruction is Key to Building Something Real
Introduction: Why Write This? For over a decade, I lived in the grey zone — the shadowy spaces between borders, between roles, between who I was and who I thought I might become. My work took me across continents, into places where certainty was a liability and ambiguity was survival. In that world, you learn…