A metacognitive metapolitical hot take on whatever and then some
I don’t know about this. I’ve been self-canceled for quite a long while now. Self-canceled? Yup. I read the room. I mostly shut up. Turns out, no emperor appreciates having their nudity pointed out. And, unapologetically, there’s just some poison pills I can’t swallow. Other people have theirs. I have mine. I’ve not yet been persuaded that I may not have the same autonomy of poison-pill choosing.
Some of those may appear trifles with semantics, but damn. If one has read any of my previous navel gazings, one might know I’m the worst kind of skeptic, of the Pyrrhonian variety. I don’t think we have a club, and if we did I doubt I’d join it. … I’ll see myself out now.
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