I Believe... [Be Fucking Grateful]
...that the holiday isn’t about the food or the genocide—it’s about being fucking grateful. Practice a bit of gratitude and maybe you won’t be such bitter, partisan sonofabitch. Also, grab a plate of root vegetables and offer your indigenous neighbors a blanket covered in small pox cuz covering all bases is the American way.
I Believe... [GenX Kids Were Monsters]
...that, if you’re honest with yourself, you know that you and your prepubescent friends would’ve beat E.T. with rebar and hammers, would’ve absolutely ostracized Edward Scissorhands, and would’ve taken Rick Moranis’s shrunken kids and put them in a mason jar with a firecracker.
I Believe... [Leaving Elon's Twitter]
...that the same people screaming that they’ll be leaving Twitter because Musk owns it are the exact same people who vowed to move to Canada if Trump was elected and guess what? They are full of shit. We know they’re full of shit so do we take their admonitions about anything else seriously?
I Believe... [Cutting Edge Health Advise]
...that all the ‘cutting edge’ health advice is obvious and in direct contradiction to the health industry’s reliance on drugs and treatment. “Go outside”, “get some sun”, “wake up early”, “sleep on time”, “be active.” In other words, get off yer ass, you sloppy sacks of lard.
I Believe... [Soupy, Soupy Night]
...that, if the goal was to destroy a Van Gogh, the children failed. If it was gain attention for themselves and their stated cause, they knocked it out of the park. Effective protest is effective theater.
I Believe... [Free Shasta Grape!]
...that the Chicago Sun-Times announcing that they’re giviong away their articles for free and sans paywall is sort of like Shasta Cola announcing free soda for anyone interested in C-level drinks.
I Believe... [Asteroid Dreams]
...that if we can redirect the course of an asteroid by hitting it with a spaceship the size of a Volkswagen—7 million miles away—it doesn’t seem a stretch to put Donald in the clink or surgically sew up Marjorie Taylor Greene’s gaping hole. I don’t dream big but I dream.
I Believe... [COVID Hangover]
...that, while I finally got COVID, it was far less awful than the amazing “Hey! Kansas has pollen and rain” head cold I endured after. I attribute these to the vaccine and the midwest.
I Believe... [Historical Self Righteousness]
...that the probability is overwhelming that if we had belonged to the generations we despise on moral grounds, we too would have behaved like moral troglodytes. The next generation will see this one through the same historically self righteous lens as well and it will not fare well.
I Believe... [In Colonizers]
...that, speaking of colonizers, I’d have to say I’m basically in favor of the endeavor. Without the successful colonizers (because every single ethnicity has attempted colonizing their neighbors) no one in America would have the opportunity to get a meaningless degree in Post-Modern Politic Theory or Gender Studies while making Tik Toks on their pocket-sized super computers in their air-conditioned homes with running water.
I Believe... [The Hypocrisy of Online Activism]
...that if you are really pissed about capitalism as a system yet are reading this online on a computer or smartphone requiring WiFi, you’re a full of shit. That goes for anyone “protesting” capitalism on Twitter or Tik Tok.
I Believe... [The MCU is NOT a Rorschach]
...that assigning cultural importance to She-Hulk: Attorney at Law is ridiculous. It’s a television show about a fictional character based on a comic book. Reading heavy feminist agenda into it is like trying to find white supremacy in the requirement to be on time at work.
I Believe... [Tantrum Protocol]
...that yelling over someone because you either want to make your point or because you want to shout down someone else trying to make a point is the behavior of the kind of kid I want to beat in public.
I Believe... [Tug of War]
...that progress is not a sprint. It isn’t a marathon. It’s a tug of war and it is gained in inches.
I Believe... [Who I Am]
...that I’m the Christopher Columbus of dairy—I discover bricks of cheese, claim them as my own, subjugate the slices, and conquer them.
I Believe... [Jake & Harry's Tap]
...that when you name one son Harry and the other son Jake, you better be investing in a bar for them instead of college.
I Believe... [The Mobius Strip of Trauma]
...that your trauma doesn’t make a good excuse for your poor behavior. No trauma in existence requires you behave like a screaming child yet enduring an adult screaming like a child can be traumatic. Like a Mobius strip of trauma.
I Believe... [No More High School Drama, PLZ]
I believe... that with the state of society in 2022, a moratorium on high school dramas is in order. I get all the bitchy, judgmental bullying I need in line at the grocery store.
I Believe... [Heartbroken Woody]
...that all the Toy Story movies are actually about divorce.
I Believe... [Happy Fourth—Party in the ICU]
...that, admittedly, Independence Day this year feels a bit like throwing a party for friend in a coma from an awful car accident who has no health insurance. “I’m sorry, sir. You can’t shoot that bottle rocket off in here. This is the ICU.”
How do you want to be defined? By one action? By some opinion that could evolve? By a mistake, regrettable only with hindsight? Or by the sum of your parts? Okay, do that for other people. Start the trend.