> And yes, the New York Times is no better than reading Twitter.

You're high as a kite if you believe that. Toking the dankest shit anyone's ever toked, long deep inhalations. You're dropping LSD you got from your friend's friend who you think is homeless and you're not sure what it's laced with. You're consuming craft psilocybin perfected in the lab to give the most detailed, most immersive hallucinations over hours and hours. You're babbling that you've seen God, that you know the secrets of the universe, that you're being bugged by the KGB, that your brother isn't really your brother but is an imposter who just looks and sounds exactly like your brother.

You're crazy.