Dear Mr. Algorithm
A satirical letter to the algorithm that finishes your sentences, reads your mind, and owns the room—even when it loses in court. Spoiler: freedom isn’t free when you’re the product.
Satire
A Love Letter to All the Men I’ve Loved Before… And the Rest Too
I’ve been really fortunate.
I’ve loved some good men.
Brilliant, funny, tender ones. The kind who show up, listen deeply, hold babies like they mean it, and believe women when they
Dear Mr. President: Executive Orders Aren’t Energy Drinks
You can’t build a democracy on caffeine and chaos. But that won’t stop a president who treats executive orders like energy drinks.
Dear Mr. President: Crypto Wasn’t Freedom — It Was a Flex
You didn’t decentralize power—you digitized the grift. Crypto wasn’t freedom, Mr. President. It was just your latest flex.
Dear Mr. President: Make America Gangster Again
The courtroom isn’t your burden—it’s your brand. This presidency isn’t about governance. It’s about intimidation, theater, and staying on camera.