Hey my dudes, it's been well, yeah, a year to say the least.

We almost didn't make it out.

No thanks to a fascist, genocidal coup attempt and a gotty here, both sides media.

After all, we had world renowned doctors like Dr. Antonio Fauci prescribe lounging on

a sectional, while eating grub hub and watching Tiger King, side note, what the actual fuck

as a healthy choice this year.

And they were right.

Yeah, 2020 was the guy who comes to the party and demands you start listening to minor

threat and reading from infinite jest.

But like Elizabeth Warren exploding in the twilight of her run for the presidency by

gangster check in Mike Bloomberg, there was a huge spright spot at the end.

Patty Jenkins is Wonder Woman 1984.

I'm usually not a fan of action films.

I find there usually a morality to all about how just the right amount of toxic masculinity

is what will take down a corrupt system, a la shooter at equilibrium or overly violent

snoozers made for Bradson Braidens to high five each other over.

But this is different.

Not everyone will get it.

Some disgusting men who have memorized several perfect measurements for women and rate them

on a one through 10 scale will say it's about how a four can't pretend to be a seven.

Others will claim it's the reptilians and the Boulderburgs normalizing what GMO foods

do to women.

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