Thank you from the deepest of my warm heart, Steve. In the wee wee small hours of the morning I was executing my regular little routine to get back to sleep again after something woke me. Since I became member of Medium and met you and several other bright people with a talent for making us happy in the darkest moments of this era of populist stupidity, that routine mostly consists of reading the latest Extra Newsfeeds.
But this time I started with a Twitter thread following the analysis by Jay Rosen of the NYT interview of the Creep-in-Chief. It didn’t help me to get back to sleep. It was smart and long. It was also utterly disturbing, like the subject, if it is a subject (I often think he is a monster made up by some freaked out editor of horror movies, even the realDonaldTrump is not real). You tell us over and over again how monumentally dumb and dangerous this Misconcepted Miserymonger is, and here it was, the final proof. The creep is everything you told us, and more. The FUN thing (I’ve become a true Roachian) is that the Twitter thread contains many more useful metaphors for the phenomenon. The difference with your articles is that every fact in the thread is hard core reality, while everything you write is hard core reality. Eh, yay, no difference!
However, I wasn’t laughing during the read of the thread, but you made me cry. Of laughter. Death by satire, it is possible! Even if the subject was the undercreep in the underbrush, and not the creep that crept out of the Bushes, you made me happy again, Steve. It is time for breakfast.