I wept, people. And now you have to:
Look at me. I’m a Malibu Liberal.
I believe in climate justice. Can you believe I actually said those words?! I’ve posted those words. I’ve whispered them into quartz. I ate kelp-based protein and offset my flights to Tulum through an app made by annoying Stanford kids. I composted at scale. I did all of the things.
Our home was solar-powered, LEED-certified, AND tastefully non-invasive—except for the footprint, which was enormous. But it was *intentional*. And even though it cost a fortune, I STILL did all of the things. We marched. We meditated. I once cried over a Greta Thunberg speech in my Range Rover outside Nobu. But nature doesn’t care about ANY of that. It just burns—helped along, of course, by decades of political incompetence.
And when it burned, the city sent not one, not two, but THREE lesbian fire chiefs with not a single hose between them. Look, DEI is important, I get that. But not when the hillside’s ON FIRE. The mayor showed up three days later from Africa, only to take a selfie and mispronounce “Malibu.” And I’m all for representation, but that [REDACTED].
We lost EVERYTHING! And when we tried to rebuild, we met the final boss: Democrat bureaucracy. Six months for a soil report. A year for coastal variances. Our rebuild “disrespected the ridgeline.” Whatever that means. I met with the Architectural Review Board while on mushrooms and I still don’t know if that meeting was real.
Our contractor was approved, then unapproved, then deported. We got a violation for sandbagging our own driveway. We’ve spent $120,000 just to *not* live in our house. I asked a councilwoman for help. She sent me back a workbook titled ‘Rethinking Home’ and a notice from the county asking us not to disturb owl mating zones while our lives are literally ash.
So fuck it.
Fuck the permits.
Fuck the endangered sand beetle.
Fuck the Architectural Review Board.
Fuck the Democrats.
Where is my MAGA hat.
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How dare you!?! The Doom Goblin is gonna getcha you ;-D
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Did you really weep when you read this, Clarissa?
How can you weep and laugh hysterically at the same time?
Dreidel
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It’s Zoomer slang for which I apologize. I wept means I laughed like a maniac.
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I’m groping about for a word for the… universe this person lives in. Where your group loyalties are predicated on your commercial consumption habits. Where having purchased a very large group loyalty token a few years ago, he cannot exchange it for an updated one (sunk cost), but tries to justify it with other, smaller, purchases.
It isn’t working: frustrated, he will purchase another token: a forbidden token of membership in *another* group.
What do this culture’s mating rituals look like? One envisions something like the bower bird.
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It has to be parody, doesn’t it?
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If it is, it’s such a good one. If it’s sincere, those poor dumb idjits.
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Bower birds: “Hi, I have accumulated all the right things! See how nice they are! You must like me!”
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There are a few tells that it’s parody, especially, “I once cried over a Greta Thunberg speech in my Range Rover outside Nobu.”
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A relief!
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There are a few tells that it’s parody, especially, “I once cried over a Greta Thunberg speech in my Range Rover outside Nobu.”
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It might be a hyperbole for comic effect but still sincere, though.
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Oh yes. Looking through the feed brings up a number of others.
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