My brother-from-another-mother Freeman Fly and I got together for another epic gabfest on rituals, gaslighting and the world situation. Everything - and I do mean everything - gets thrown into the word-chipper and our spiritual strategies for survival and, um, thrive-al are shared.
Of course everyone with half a brain hates the CIA's ridiculous woke recruitment ad. They're supposed to.
Because what we have here is a textbook case of Knowles' First Law ("Whenever a controversy over symbolism erupts in the media, it's usually disguising a completely different symbolic message altogether" ) unfolding in real time.
Being the age I am and having consumed as much pop culture junk as I have, I’ve come to a point in which I have near-zero interest in "escapist" entertainment.