About The Dude Shitposts
Look, man. I’m not gonna stand here and tell you this is some kind of important political publication. I mean, it’s not not that. But mostly it’s just me — Jeffrey Lebowski, the other Jeffrey Lebowski, the one in Reseda — sitting in my bungalow, making a White Russian, maybe taking a hit or two, and trying to figure out what in the hell is going on out there.
I’ve been around. Port Huron. The Seattle Seven. I once helped draft a memo that maybe three people read. I am not a bum. I am not a goldbrick. I am a man who has seen some shit and also some other shit and I am here, abiding, watching the news cycle roll over this country like a stolen car with no brakes.
Here’s my deal: I’m not a flaming radical. I want people to be okay. I want the little guy to catch a break. I want the people at the top who are running a long con — who got rich on other people’s money and then had the stones to call themselves self-made — to get called out. Loudly. Maybe with some profanity.
Walter would say there are rules. Walter’s not wrong, exactly, but he’s also not always right, and frankly he needs to dial it back. Donny mostly just wants to know what we’re talking about. Maude would probably find this whole enterprise “not without its charms.” I find it keeps me sane, which at this point is the whole ballgame.
The politics in this country right now are like someone peed on a really good rug, man. The rug that tied the whole room together. And instead of, I don’t know, cleaning the rug, everybody’s just standing around arguing about whose fault the rug is. I’m here to talk about the rug.
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The Dude abides.
— J. Lebowski, Reseda, CA
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Man, I’m not gonna hard-sell you. That’s not my thing. But look — every week or so I put something together. It’s political, it’s got some laughs, it doesn’t pull punches, and unlike every other newsletter in your inbox, nobody’s trying to sell you a masterclass or a supplemental vitamin. It’s just me, the White Russian, and some genuine outrage dressed up in a bathrobe.
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