Our cultural fantasy of some force other than your own greed compelling you to spend tons of money has come true, in a very real way, for Bill Gates.

Take a cool ass coming of age journey through a young man’s alienation and discovery of love and truth through skateboarding.

Doesn’t it fizzuck your head up when nonsensical spam begins to make sense in some disjointed way, like when two “from” names in sequential spams form, when combined, the name of someone you actually know in real life?

The government would like you to believe that the Veteran’s Affairs laptop was lifted by some ignoramus breaker-and-enterer who never watches the news and didn’t connect the dots that he was sitting on an identity theft gold mine before wiping the hard drive.

You never roll down the window of your little steel cocoon, freakin’ toolbag.