Low Effort by Ian Rand McKenzie

Media ≠ Journalism. Talking heads speak facts as much or less than your favorite fictional characters.

My FinTech business is sick, so I’m off to the rehypothecary!

If currency/asset acquisition are in your top 10 key performance indicators for life or business, you will not survive the future.

Conservatism tempers progressive hubris. Progressivism tempers conservative complacency.

Evil does not exist within people. Evil exists within unhealed trauma.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, I clearly have a deficiency in cognitive functioning and this is a cry for help.

Debt is like drowning. If you’re 30 ft. below the surface, it’s easy to fight your way up and survive. When you’re 3000 ft. below the surface, it easily makes more sense to simply embrace death and keep sinking.

There is no such thing as laziness, just unidentified burdens that hold people back.

For those seeking solitude, adversity is a reliable companion.

I’m keeping this email short because it seems by the time I get to replying to personal emails after a full day of work, my brain has already melted and is now leaking onto the floor, running against gravity into the bedroom where it presumably hopes the rest of my body will follow.

I never take baths, unless I’m bathing in the blood of my enemies. —Ian McKenzie, never bathed in his life.

Gogh

Goatee

Thanks, I’ll be here all day. 🤝

My conversion of calories into kinesis is highly efficient thanks to my well endowed male physique.

At some point, I started seeing literally everyone as children that are in adult bodies. We are all acting like what we think ‘acting like an adult’ is. After that, the world suddenly made a lot more sense. Including myself, of course – Even this ‘meta observation’ of mine is a futile attempt in deluding myself that I’m above it all. This is my form of ‘acting like an adult.’

In my Minecraft gameplay in 2020, I began writing poems about various players on the server I was playing on. One poem inspired me to try rapping it. That is what the above is.

Then, something magical happened. Two different musicians decided to add a beat to the riff, even though my BPM matching was wildly unstable, they managed to make it work. Here are their works:

Icy

SAINT PALE

Did you know that I’m wanted in 13 different states for felony shenanigans?

When a populous conquers fear, cruel tyrants are usurped by benevolent rulers.