Ozempicians Need Not Apply GLP-1s in 2026 America might be having the same effect as opium in 19th-century China (Essay)
The Left Hemisphere on the Farm They killed the soil’s microbiome. It no longer crawls with microbes, bugs, and worms. It’s become more sterile than a roid boy after a nasty accident with the Manscape Lawn Mower 3.0 Plus. (Essay)
Bring in the Clowns Embrace the clown. He's the only effective response to our overweening rationalistic culture. (Essay)
An American Tradition: A Guy Can Never be Too Safe “President Peña of Paraguay is here. President. President, thank you very much. Young, handsome guy. It’s always nice to be young and handsome. Doesn’t mean we have to like you. I don’t like young, handsome men. Women, I like. Men, I don’t have any interest. Good. That’s right." DJR (Mini-Essay)
And Now We See that Trump is a Gaslighter Paul Kingsnorth nailed it in 2023 when he said the pandemic response rewired his brain. He saw the unholy trinity of power (Big Government, Big Business, Big Media) weave a narrative so tight it could choke a nation, the kind of thing you’d expect from a dictatorship, not the
Benedict in the City My Kindle’s a cluttered attic, stuffed with a few books I pick at like a vulture when the mood strikes. Nothing I’d sink into, just odds and ends for those moments when the world’s noise gets too shrill. One of them’s E. Michael Jones’ Benedict’s
Why I Don't Stay Informed I'm glad the Establishment didn't succeed in destroying JRE during COVID. It’s pretty much the only way I stay informed to the extent I want to be informed. I agree with Nassim Taleb’s observation that there’s no reason to read the daily news,
Get Ready to Re-Write History The Don is declassifying. The Elon is dismantling. The Establishment is defecating. Can America handle the truth? We think we’re going to learn who shot JFK, but we better be prepared to learn that Oswald shot from the jealous apex of an Oswald-JFK-Marilyn Monroe love triangle. And Marilyn was
Shellenberger on Carlson You used to be able to draw a line across California. South of Santa Cruz, where those Lost Boys hung out, things started to stink of something right-wing. By the time you hit Orange County, you were in Oklahoma. San Francisco was Peter Coyote and sandal-wearing freaks. Los Angeles was