I’m not a tinfoil hat guy. I’ve had no contact with ancient entities. I don’t suffer from phildickian delusions that the radio in my car is giving me relationship advice. I have no reason to believe that the Bilderberg Group and the Vatican are working together to put microscopic mind-control robots in my drinking water. But when the New York Times runs the headline “Stop Wiping Your Glasses on the Bottom of Your Shirt,” I have to ask “How is that even your business?” New York Times, you are not my mom and I’ll wipe my glasses however I choose.
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