“Where are we going, dad?”
“Circus—“
“WE’RE GOING TO THE CIRCUS?!!!”
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“Where are we going, dad?”
“Circus—“
“WE’RE GOING TO THE CIRCUS?!!!”
“You didn’t let me finish.”
This story is outrageous.
Tesla falsified vehicle range estimates which made owners think their cars were broken when they didn’t experience anything close to that range.
Tesla then canceled their service appointments because they knew there was nothing wrong their cars. They had just been lied to.
I used to write often about Trump’s predictable narcissism and what we could expect from him next.
With him facing the potential of multiple additional indictments, seemed like a good time to revisit the narcissist decoder ring and what’s coming for the Titan-ic Trump.
The man’s a hollow vessel… and he’s under mounting pressure. We know how that ends.
Free to read. Subscriptions welcomed.
https://www.hoarsewhisperings.com/p/psycholitics-the-titan-ic-trump
I used to write a lot on Twitter. When Musk bought the place, I moved most of that to Substack and made an abrupt leap into trying to be a writer.
I posted something there today about going through hard things and finding something to hold onto.
If you’re down to read it, cool. If you’re down to subscribe, even cooler. Become a paid supporter and I will be your alibi witness for any non-violent crime.
https://www.hoarsewhisperings.com/p/the-human-experience-the-other-side
The years after I separated were like one long, slow-motion tumble down a mountain. The ground gave way. I fell some distance and then landed with a bruising thud. And then the ground gave way again. I spent every single day of those years thinking “If I can just get through
From a series I’m writing about a hotel, the people in it and the golden age of American travel.
“In the old days, it would not have been uncommon to find people like Mr. and Mrs. Louis Schmidt sitting in the lobby of The Hotel - although they likely would have been heading north not south.
[…]
If they were of some means, they would have checked into one of the venerable old hotels on Broadway like The Adelphi…
https://www.hoarsewhisperings.com/p/the-hotel-stops-stayovers-and-destinations
If you are new to The Hotel series, while each installment can be read as a standalone, there may be some value in having read the preceding entries. To begin at the first installment, click here. To go back to the installment prior to this one, click
If you’re down for a light, escapist read about a hotel and the people in it, today’s episode of The Hotel is up.
Subscribe as a free or paid supporter while you’re there and I’ll tell complete strangers about your unrivaled awesomeness.
https://www.hoarsewhisperings.com/p/the-hotel-a-detre-with-no-raison
If you indulged my prior entry, first, thank you. It was the kind of glassy-eyed reflection people only have about things loved, lost, and long remembered. It was a pleasant, sentimental write… It also served a purpose in setting us off into this series. It established a context.
Question for all y’all.
Wondering how many folks here have made a clean break from Twitter vs. splitting time between both places… and if the latter, what the split is like. (eg here most, occasionally check there.)
Wrote something about the way we’re taught to view the phases in our lives and what life doesn’t prepare us for…
Full post at:
https://www.hoarsewhisperings.com/p/welcome-to-the-owners-manual
Greg and Nancy Cummings lived in a 1950’s ranch on a suburban street with half a dozen others just like it. Like most of the adults on the street, they had moved there when their lives were transitioning from the unencumbered free flight of young adulthood to the settling in place that comes after. There was a nest to build and then fill and then there would be mouths to feed.