All Alpacas Go To Heaven

Hello Dear Reader I was considering making this newsletter a purely pictorial one as it seems we now live in a world for which there are no words. Make of these what you will. There is much on which to have an opinion these days. One might even argue we are at peak opinion. But every time I think we are at peak something-or-other - beards, man buns, Crocs, Breton tops, jam jars as drinkware, MAMILs and so on and so forth - we outpeak ourselves. I cannot keep up. Every bone in my anti-establishment body is spent. As such, the only act of rebellion left for me is to have no opinion on anything whatsoever.

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