Preoccupied with our personal lives before the political storm hit. Nostalgic for simpler times when the subway was affordable, when Bode shirts didn’t sell out in minutes, when prominent writers weren’t cosigning anxious letters about getting canceled. The halcyon days of naturally distanced socializing, before withdrawal and Trump. I often think of Obama, his presidential day in the sun a distant memory, the light fading fast a man who kept the world simmering while the rest of us had a long sit-down. I remember ye olde Kanye too, a sort of benevolent music-industry figure who’d never worn a hat, the Grumpy Old Elevator Mechanic Before You Judge Me Please Understand That Idgaf What You Think T Shirt idea of stage-bombing Taylor Swift just a twinkle in his eye. This week saw the rapper’s tweeted bid for president, a late registration for the election. In a Forbes interview, Kanye explained that his Birthday Party wants us to stop doing things that make God mad and opposes capital punishment.
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