Today’s WOTD is actually a Phrase of the Day: “Got the morbs.” It goes out with love to Sen. John Fetterman (D-PA) who recently sought treatment for depression. It originates from one of my favorite Instagram accounts, depthsofwikipedia. Just know this: It gets better, I promise. Keep the faith, brother. We’re all pulling for you.
For those of you with a NY Times subscription, there’s a poignant op-ed here from David Brooks about his friend Peter Marks who despaired and didn’t make it. (Of course, for those of you who still loathe David for carrying water for the GOP all those years: I’m sorry, but I can’t help you. Guess you’ll just have to get over it on your own.)
For those of you without a NY Times subscription but who are nonetheless still interested, I get 10 free “shares” each month with my subscription, so I’d be happy to give you one of them to read this article. Just reply with “Me, Me, Me” or something similar in the comments section.
There. See? Was that so hard? A Victorian-era Phrase of the Day, hope for the hopeless, a free read of the NY Times, and a call to forgive one’s enemies: Who could ask for anything more?
Me me me me or something like that