I still recall the sense of poetic justice rendered upon hearing that the neo-Nazi homo and xenophobic poor little rich boy son of wealth stolen by his father from murdered Jews had wrapped his car around a tree while chasing his gay lover. He met his end even more poetically than his political ancestor, Ernst Rohm.

Medium money for me is just the symbolic representation of respect or contempt by corporate doublespeak Evan, Tony and their crew. That's why it makes sense to form a coalition of Nadin, Brian, Wes, Dylan, you, me and other writers on the war and feed Medium only the short form teasers that link to a Substack account.

mourning, not morning.

Bibbione. Professore pensionato e una contradizione dei termini.