Mars Review of Books is a literary magazine featuring the sort of writer who thinks Moldbug is the greatest stylist to assault the written word and lists their Urbit address. Yeah, it’s a group substack.
“With the sudden death of Sports Illustrated, they decided to take on the responsibility of offering yearly swimsuit editions.”
is Thiel running out of places to spend his money or something
so
this “virtual enterprise” has managed to build a fucking train tunnel (trains?! how woke!!!) under thousands of miles of private, state, and federal land, without anyone knowing. And what’s the prevent the dastardly crypto-Jewish law enforcement from simply deducing the path of the fucking tunnel, and breaking down the doors on both ends at the same time??
These people love to imagine themselves as the French resistance, but with the Gestapo being bungling fools, and their every scheme being foiled by techno-deus-exes being pulled from the author’s ass whenever needed.