

This entire thing is so weird. If I would be a mouth breathing ICE agent, I would have put Charlie Kirk’s carcass in this U haul, provoked someone into shooting it and waited until the orange idiot declared California a antifa terror state.
And all this wouldn’t even be the dumbest thing you heard all week.








Blair Witch Project. But only as a kid. Stuff hits different when you’re 12…and an idiot. You have to buy into the “this movie is real” bullshit juuuuuuust long enough until the credits roll.
Every fall I seek out horror as a franchise* and there are a lot of amazing horror movies that are good movies in themselves or projects on YouTube or well made crime podcasts. I love the feeling of glooming dread, which I actually hunt for once a year. But nothing is scary anymore as it was as a kid.
*)accept video games. I cried like a bitch in RE8 in that baby basement. I left the lights on when I played Iron Lung. And even thinking about playing Alien Isolation makes me hyperventilate. I can’t handle any of this. No thanks.