At this point, social media is a place where I post my work and write stray Knicks thoughts.
I’ve muted everyone.
Unless it’s an Aaron Judge home run or an ad for a product that doesn’t seem ready for market yet, I’m not seeing it.
On my other account for Deadseriousness, (follow, yo), Elon’s playground.
Mayhem.
I’m all caught up on Caviclular news, thank the lord.
I want to talk about some of the evil I scroll past whenever I’m trying to post my fucking work to an anonymous audience of people I pray are not eating the bile my blogs share timeline space with.
Erika Kirk went on the Charlie Kirk show this week to spray at all her haters.
Erika Kirk seemingly addresses the Druski viral skit
“I have comedians dressing up in whiteface” pic.twitter.com/V0s71nwThl
— FearBuck (@FearedBuck) April 29, 2026
I like this whole *thing* Erika Kirk is doing.
Dressed like she just parachuted in from assassinating a Bulgarian Prime Minister, Erika Kirk speaks in hushed, threatening tones, fighting back at all the “lies” about her.
Dressed like a cat burgular, robbing antiquated movie sets at night, twiddling her fingers like Jafar up to something, Erika Kirk cuts a promo explaining her appearance at the White House Correspondent’s dinner. Not quite sure if folks are criticize her for simply being there or if they’re accusing her of being the shooter, I hope the latter, but Erika, Night Man makeup on point, hyper-aware of her camera, glaring menacingly at any of the opps watching, this is art.
One second, the weeping widow, blessed with the strength and courage to leave her mourning bed.
The next, fangs out, any.one.can.get.this.smoke.
The political commentary space needs new faces; this was her XXL freestyle.
Conservative influencers showered in direct deposits to help Trump into office, losing audience trust stiff-arming the Epstein files.
They manufacture consent for a war we all know will make our lives worse.
Their significance waning by the hour.
Their only real spikes in traffic, clap back videos, Candace Owens vs. Laura Loomer is rush hour for those with undiagnosed mental illnesses and delusions of grandeur.
Like yea man, only you and Candace fucking Owens see the world for what it really is.
You two def figured out all the universe’s secrets.
I’m so fucking sure.
Erika Kirk is a new, square-jawed sheriff in town, telling everyone how to behave, mastering the art of crying on command, dressed like she was catering the White House Correspondent’s Dinner, perhaps letting the shooter in through the backdoor, idk idk idk.
Her husband accidentally built a conservative conversion therapy company, now dead as fuuuuuck, like super dead—left behind an important political apparatus JD Vance 1000% intended to activate for the next presidential election—Erika tasked with maintaining the health of a business centered around Charlie Kirk tricking teenagers for viral clips, never missing an opportunity to show off momma’s favorite set of gums.
She’s still working out the kinks, but I love her staring into the camera when she can’t discover her next words. An understandably harsh woman, thrown in front of cameras live-streaming directly into the dorm rooms of boys who don’t think women should be allowed to vote, the castle walls crumbling behind her.
Erika Kirk can’t even enjoy a nice night at the White House, surrounded by the architects who created the environment that killed her husband, once again in fear of bullets hurling toward the most important man in her life.
She really knows how to pick them.
I don’t love writing about these gremlins, even this headline will lose me some followers but life sucks.
These vampires won the election; it’s over.
The material conditions are the material conditions. The algorithm can distract from the realities for so long.
It’s expensive to get sick.
It’s expensive to get into an auto accident.
It’s expensive to spend time with loved ones.
And the demons they employ to keep them in power, the salesmen who profit from the war, will lose everything eventually.
The market for telling people it’s sunny on rainy days is shrinking.
An audience can only lose so many paychecks getting dizzy off the ivermectin pills before they start shooting heads off, as Erika knows.
Turning Points USA is losing steam.
Arkansas removing its chapter this year. St. John’s rejecting a chapter. Some Christian school I never heard of rejecting them too and they like, love Charlie Kirk at these Christian dork academies.
She’s now working with Nebraska to set up chapters in local high schools.
Erika Kirk bringing Turning Point USA to high schools is like seeing a cop parked up ahead on the side of the highway, stepping on the gas to speed past it.
Bringing the most reckless, irresponsible, nihilistic employees onto school grounds, they may be breaking the law just being there.
Fuck these losers.
They want to mold the earth in their culture but have no culture to offer.
All they know to do is extract what others create.
Erika Kirk is just the slave master’s wife, pissed after one of the slaves fought back and killed her husband.
Now she’s exploiting their labor AND exacting revenge.
Witches used to conjure spells from raw materials. Now they just don’t tell on the boss when he crosses the line and post IG photos from locations I know they couldn’t afford back when they were always complaining about their boss.
Remember when people used to get in trouble?
Let’s all enjoy this woman’s misery before a rich suitor marries her, saving her from having to actually get up in the AM and get ready to commute to her job after years of her husband saying women should be on their backs making and/or nursing babies.
Good luck on the final few months of relevance to Erika Kirk.
Summer’s around the corner. A new crop of wealthy are about to find out how much it now costs to operate their boats because Donald Trump started a war he has no plans on ever completing.
More bullets are coming.
Have you considered sports writing?
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