CEO insists he’s just like his staff — Frank was not your ordinary CEO. Frank believed in freedom of speech, and even wanted to believe he cared about the opinions of people living paycheck to paycheck. People who were not billionaires like himself.

Catnip or cocaine? — A cat named Nancy sang a full-throated love ballad to self on CNN when getting molested by a journalist asking if it was catnip or cocaine she snorted before flying first class to Taiwan with the sole mission to annoy and provoke China into delivering fresh servings of military fireworks on Taiwan’s doorstep with some gratuitous nuclear whistling thrown in just so Napa Nancy could…

Final match between Nadal and Medvedev — The announcers were all over Nadal — he’s slicing too much, he’s lost a step, he sweats too much — as if getting over foot surgery and a recent bout of covid wasn’t enough adversity to overcome for a tennis player at the sunset of his career. He looks worried. …

Poem about privilege — You were in a rush, I get it. You hated having to wait for the old lady in front of you. Is this going to take all day? Your cherry red porsche was parked outside — spotless. Your house was worth at least two million, and you were making a killing on…

Pausing for a day — Burn sun, quietly Sabbath silence murder that urge to always be doing something. It is Sunday, and the IRS can go fuck itself. The missiles and nuclear war heads can sleep. Leave the sky alone. Put down your electric saw. Listen to that lone swallow in the tree. …

Hard Knocks School of Success — You had theories coming out of your ears, lots of them, about succeeding, and succeeding, and succeeding. I said I had heard them all before, that I was tired, I had bills to pay, mouths to feed. You said it was different this time. …

Hook, line, sinker — There was so much behind that smile of yours. The world likes smiling, and when there is optimism in your tone and light in your eyes we believe you, we want to believe you, we invest in you, part ways with the money we bled for, freely giving it to you…

Extreme weather conditions — It was a dark blue August Siberian-like winds ripping through the city. While the Northern hemisphere was dying of heat, we were shivering through yet another covid winter south of the equator. It was a pendulum of increasing extremes. No more middle-ground. …

Is it the heat? — There was a disturbing trend happening on Medium in the satire publications. The clapping was getting stingier and stingier. Stats were dropping like crashing stock markets. The death stench on stories you could already smell just two days after publication. It all started when we lost Michael Burg, MD (Satire…