Twats

What an odd, odd, triple plus odd world Twitter is. I got an alert that Larry Kudlow was now following me. I clicked on the link only to find that he’d blocked me, seemingly, moments after following. Odd.

How could I be blocked by someone I don’t even know! ‘the fuck? His name seemed vaguely familiar so I googled him. Who the fuck is this social misfit? I figured he had to be one of the cretinous boys that I went to high school with—Western Pennsylvania was spectacularly rife with Future Frat Assholes of America.

He is a contributing editor of National Review, as well as a columnist and economics editor for National Review Online. He is the author of "American Abundance: The New Economic and Moral Prosperity," published by Forbes in January 1998. (ed note: I imagine this is required reading for the Liberty *cough* U types as well as students at all the other American I’m MORE OF A CHRISTIAN PATRIOT THAN YOU, so called schools.)

During President Reagan's first term, Kudlow was the associate director for economics and planning, Office of Management and Budget, Executive Office of the President, where he was engaged in the development of the administration's economic and budget policy.

So then, not an old classmate. Still an idiot, he's apparently a well compensated, soul-eschewing, sycophantic tool of the grifting class. Got it. I still don’t understand why he followed me and then instantly blocked me. Did he take personal offense to my paintings of nekkid dudes? Jim Dine’s hearts wilt his boner? Maybe it was the cartoon about that murdering white christianist terrorist, Robert Dear becoming radicalized by Fox. Is Kudlow one of those special sorts of Tea Baggers who believe that terrorists only come in one color—brown?

Maybe. I'll never know since he's blocked me and doesn't look interesting enough for further exploration.

Apart fom Kudlow the Tool Boy, I've gotten a lot of beach baby followers, some dude selling his book on SOLUTIONS and some robot who'll guarantee me 2000 followers on Instagram PLUS 500 bonus likes—all for the low, low price (ACT NOW!) of $15.Ya know who buys followers and pays for likes? The sames fools who think the beach babies are RILLY, TOTALLY into them.

A lot of salesmen and women on Twitter. The beach babies sell the illusion that you could have a hot, fun girlfriend just like them. The dull tome dude wants you to feel that your life will be vastly improved with the knowledge he imparts. The robot? He's promising a fanclub...OK the illusion of one.

Eleanor Rigby comes to mind:
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?