The public outcry has perhaps been the most unifying time in all of American history. Almost everyone of all ages, genders, races, and political affiliations have come together to send a message: "If you fuck with Keanu, you fuck with all of us."
"When the Cookie Monster came on screen, I started to get excited. You always know that in two to six minutes, he's going to tear a plate of cookies to shreds, grunting and growling all the while."
"You say it’s your leader? Jesus Christ. It’s got pretty tiny fins for a leader."
HBO's Chernobyl, whose finale aired in early June, was a revealing insight into a dystopian political system − one where mankind creates horrible catastrophes and then refuses to acknowledge them, despite the desperate pleas of scientists and experts.
Bryan Lynn, a recent college graduate, hasn’t spoken on a telephone since he was six years old. He told us that in between spells of debilitating paralysis, poor eating and washing habits, and ignoring his inbox for several days at a time, he has moments of serious ambition for establishing a working-class uprising in his spare time.