Much like the second season of The Next Generation, season 2 of this website was a mixed bag. It’s not my fault. I had a lot of shit to do, okay?

Working in mental health for the last five months has drained the shit out of me and I honestly considered not keeping up with this blog. But because I’m switching careers yet again, I should find a newfound hatred for life, which translates into great content.

With that said, Jack Hardcock will be shelved for the time being. Between Oppenheimer, Barbie, Sound of Freedom, and Jason Aldean, I feel that politics and misguided ideology has overran the pop culture landscape. And because season 3 will flow into an election year, I think it’s best to steer clear of those subjects. The joke should always be on me which is why I’m putting a pause on critiquing religious thought and staying far away from hot button topics.

I’ve said this once and I’ll say this again: because I’m a published author, I’m now a REAL artist, unlike the rest of you. That means, under penalty of law, I must possess integrity and originality. And in my view, reliance on contemporary issues makes poor art. It’s our duty, as sworn artists, to create something timeless that future generations will remember, cherish, and dissect for years to come. To do that, we must tap into the human condition and allow audiences to make their own judgments. Preaching and pandering to the audience is NOT that. That’s propaganda and I’m not in that business.