I Am Joe's Aggressive Cancer
Please excuse a brief pause in our series on the internet slowly absorbing and replacing all human life with yelling toβ¦yell.
I just have some things I need to say. For my own health, because Iβm pretty sure shoving all this what-the-fuckery down into my innards to rot with the absolute tonnage of reeking fucking trash I have to suppress my fury about every single day is bad for you. In fact, Iβm pretty sure the entire reason middle-aged people are in such a sour little snit of a mood all the time is the crushing weight of years of bullshit, our own, othersβ, and most definitely the worldβs, accreting directly on our lower backs.
AT SOME POINT, YOU EITHER KEEL OVER OR GET A STUPID SPORTS CAR ABOUT IT BUT WEβRE ALL BROKE SO BLOGGING IT FUCKING IS.
Oh, and this oneβs going under a paywall. If you want to yell back at me about how super chill and cool the allegedly-lefty internet is being about Bidenβs diagnosis right now, you gotta kick me a buck because oh my god, my back is killing me.
