Never in the history of American culture—not in the golden days of jazz, not in the anarchic explosion of the 60s, not in the coked-up arrogance of New Hollywood—has an entire class of so-called “creatives” debased themselves so thoroughly in the presence of power.
The so-called “masters of disruption, who once sold themselves as renegades, now scurrying like toads not just kissing Trump’s ring, but getting down on all fours, tongues out, licking the boot, the floor, the very dirt beneath it—smiling all the while is really something else

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