My girlfriend’s obsession with glyphosate
she's ***passionate*** about the matter
Hello Buttercups.
I’m writing this en route back to Scottsdale from New York, where I spent the week gallivanting in a snow-covered Central Park and eating bolognese at Saint Ambroeus.
Despite the narrative that the city is collapsing under its new mayor’s socialist policies, it felt lively. Safe, even.
Which raises an uncomfortable question: is ROB falling for the warmth of collectivism? Have I looked up to see whether Phoenix has a Democratic Socialists of America chapter? (It does. Meets on Tuesday evenings.)
But then again, I also learned—the hard way—that New Yorker commies aren’t ones for legit snowball fights. Nobody told me that face and crotch shots were off limits!
There’s a lot to cover today, so buckle up, Buttercups. We’re going deep on:
Peter Attia’s faulty medical advice and Epstein ties
My girlfriend’s obsession with glyphosate
Dr. Casey Means as surgeon general
Microplastics in testicles
Update on Gen-Z’s IQ scores, and more.
