Oh, hello, there— CW: N*zi imagery I saw Dune 2 five days after Aaron Bushnell burned himself alive outside the Israeli Embassy in Washington D.C.. Like so many other American viewers ensconced in suburbia’s false softness, I reveled in the tale of an imperialist force murdering an indigenous desert people en masse, ultimately pushing the beleaguered population to militarize out of necessity. The irony stung, but not hard enough for me to walk out. I slurped on cranberry mules delivered to my recliner by a barely bearded bartender. I smiled, I laughed, and I quelled my moral queasiness with bottom-shelf vodka.
This is easily your best work yet dearie 💙 so good!