An ubroken stream of strawman slaying and confirmation bias. Certainly no comedy. The cognitive dissonance seeps through every page of this 13.99 hipster hardcorn pour. As if spending your prime years as a woman hocking your shamless hivemind opinions to other personality disordered individuals as a dancing bear (apologies to bears) for leftist echo chambers is hardly a substitute for having the ability to put down the 3rd sleeve of oreos every once in a while to keep it under a couple bills. God forbid we prioritize the latter and accidently have both, then these ramblings might actually have some brevity, tact, and even some actual comedy.
