Hollywood Lies: Volume II
Hollywood calls it “entertainment.” I call it propaganda. From self-surgery as a badge of honor to cars that explode at the slightest nudge, from gymnastic gunfights to hackers who break into the Pentagon in 14 seconds — the myths keep coming. And people believe them. These aren’t harmless movie tropes; they shape how we think, vote, and talk about the world. Here are five more ways Hollywood is full of shit — and why it matters more than you think.
Mickey Mouse and the Message Machine: How Hollywood Is Reshaping America
Hollywood isn’t just telling stories — it’s shaping how we think. From glorifying booze and workplace sex to rewriting gun laws and sanitizing police power, Tinseltown has become a propaganda machine that trades truth for entertainment. And we’ve swallowed it whole. Here’s my unapologetic takedown of ten of Hollywood’s biggest lies — and the dangerous myths we keep believing.
Cold on Cold on Cold
I’ve seen fifty-five below in Minnesota winters, but I’ve never been as cold as I was that day riding north from El Paso. Spiderwebs of pain crawling through my thighs, trash bag under a sweatshirt, stopping every thirty minutes just to warm up — cold on cold on cold. And when I finally thawed out? I still got back on the bike that night. Because the cold doesn’t change the truth. I ride. That’s who I am. That’s what I do.
We’re Just Trying To Pee
America has a problem. A big problem. A huge — pronounced YOU-dge — problem. Politicians spin it, pundits sensationalize it, and suddenly transgender people needing to pee is treated like the nation’s biggest crisis. I’m not an activist. I’m not out here waving signs on the street. I’m just trying to live my life. But when the laws, the headlines, and the mobs all turn something as basic as a bathroom into a battleground, it’s time to pick up the pen — because we’re simply trying to pee.
Three Times
Three times the universe decided to baptize me in rain on what was supposed to be my free day. Intern lunches, tattoo sessions, Harley rides, and sudden storms—it turned into a test of grit, irritation, and freedom all at once.
Liberty On Trial
A Nogales man was sentenced to 32 months in prison for pointing a gun at a Border Patrol agent — on his own land. Court records show the agent drew first, aiming at the man’s pit bull. The homeowner reacted exactly how the Founders envisioned when they wrote the Second Amendment. For that, he’s headed to prison. Liberty itself is on trial.
One Week In
After more than five years working from home, I walked back into the office. Day one, rookie mistake: no lunch. My boss asked if I liked spicy food. Minutes later I was sweating through a cup of ghost pepper noodles, stubbornly slurping the broth he told me not to drink. And I’d do it again.
Stop Feeding The Animals
Panhandlers aren’t victims of circumstance — they’re beneficiaries of a system we created. You can’t get mad about wild animals in your yard when you’re the one feeding them.
15 Things Car Drivers Need to Know About Motorcycles
Every biker has that story — the car that cuts us off, the driver texting through traffic, the brake-check that nearly takes our life. Here’s what car drivers need to understand about why we ride the way we do — and why your little mistake could cost us everything.
Libertarian… When It Fits My Narrative
The Libertarian Party should stand for liberty — but too often it’s a costume, worn by people who only care about being different. When even “libertarians” argue for limits on freedom, what’s left of the promise America was built on?
The Alarm People
They scream when you sleep, they scream when you eat, they scream in public restrooms. Medical alarms don’t care about your sanity — they care about being heard. And like a bad relationship, they demand attention at the worst possible times.
We Used to Hang Horse Thieves. Now We Bill Them by the Hour.
Once upon a time, justice was swift. A horse thief caught with the horse? A gunman seen by the whole bar? The verdict wasn’t a two-season Netflix drama — it was a rope and a tree by sundown. Today, justice isn’t about truth; it’s about lawyers billing hours, juries awarding millions for potholes, and semantics drowning common sense.
Hurricanes, HOAs, and the Luxury of Whining
HOAs, hurricanes, and the endless whining of a society too comfortable to remember what real problems look like. Maybe we need a storm to shake us out of our petty bullshit.
Fuck You, AARP
AARP wants me to believe that turning 50 makes me feeble, clueless, and ripe for scammers. Funny, because I was coding HTML and downloading porn on dial-up while their interns were still eating glue.
Bromide Guy: Fools Who Use AI Foolishly
Clueless people aren’t new. They’ve always been here — people who can’t contextualize information but march forward with absolute confidence. The latest? A would-be dieter who wound up hospitalized after sprinkling pool chemicals on his food. Inspired by AI, powered by sodium bromide, and fueled by human stupidity.
That Too Is Legacy
A late-night ride, a wave of doubt, and a message from an old Navy friend—reminding me the seeds of legacy were planted long before I knew I’d need them.
Servant To Self
The life of a writer is lonely—by choice. Solitude isn’t about shutting people out, it’s about diving deep into worlds and characters that demand every ounce of focus. This is why I disappear, and why I had to choose me.
Me and My Watch
Schedules are my kryptonite. Creativity is my fire. The problem? Writing for a living requires both—and nothing makes me want to curse humanity more than penciling “Thursday at 5” into my calendar.
The Little Things
There’s a kind of magic you only notice on two wheels—the sudden cold pockets of air, the sting of rain on your cheeks, the bugs smashing into your face like it’s part of the deal. It’s chaos. And it’s sacred.