"I was laid off in August—I’d been working at Golden Gate Park, for Rec and Parks. And it looks like I’m going to run out of unemployment soon. The city is saying they have a deficit of millions of dollars, so these jobs are not going to open again."
"I had a job of 12 years, doing basic office work for a big accounting firm downtown...Then I got the dreaded Zoom call....They give a good amount of food. It was heavy —and I was in the Marines.I wasn’t embarrassed. It’s easy not to be embarrassed when you have a mask on"
I think the “I fell in love with a sociopath I was supposed to be bloodlessly covering and now he won’t return my emails, but I still love him” is a play for life rights $$, pure and simple.
NYC/LA needs at least 3-5 of these a year.
Yawn
I would also love to see a diagram of the interlocking agents/publishers—and, most importantly, their other key clients—pushing out this story.
Anywho, people who betray their professional ethics because they are (or pretend to be) besotted with a sociopath who, tellingly is wary of the fame machine, you’re ginning up for profit/sympathy, maybe shouldn’t be given massive MSM oxygen?
“managing the known unknowns of Giuliani’s endless capacity to fuck up so much that he was at the center of several personal and international legal dramas at once was consuming time and manpower at campaign HQ when there was little left to spare” nymag.com/intelligencer/…
We’ve had other seriously horrible presidents. But is there any other for whom a paragraph like this would have been penned?
“This is reality,” he said. “When they come in, they check their egos at the door, because look: It is what it is. There’s no sugarcoating it.” He gestured to the wall of dildos on his left.
Of all the historic firsts, this may be the biggest. To have a Native American preside over public lands is a total game changer. washingtonpost.com/climate-enviro…