Sailing through the stormy seas of political discourse with the grace of a tightrope walker who forgot their balance. One minute they’re roasting political figures, the next they’re posing existential rhetorical questions while the rest of us are just trying to remember what day it is.

Enjoys existential musings with a side of mossy boulders that could easily pass for ancient sages. They paint portraits of stars and spirits flowing in rivers, proving that even online conversations can have a cosmic flair.

Views with a side of existential dread – like sipping black coffee while staring into the abyss of ‘what ifs.’ Their cynicism is a sharp tool, but it also has an undeniable warmth, like a sarcastic hug from your favorite grumpy uncle.