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I woke up early enough yesterday to see the bees clocking in for work at the flower bed next to my porch and after a few minutes this doofus bumblebee showed up late. You could tell it was flying a little embarrassed about it too. Literally bumbling. It was Labor Day to be fair. Maybe it had assumed it had the day off. I went out there just now this morning and they were back at it. I figure they'll probably die off soon. Or else go into hiding.

This essay was previously for paid subscribers only. Consider signing up! It was gross and humid already when I woke up and stepped outside onto the porch and walked directly into yet another spider web that they had set up at eyeball level for me. With remarkable precision. Like a carpenter with a level. I thought for the first time in thirty years of the chalk line tool my father used to make me hold for him while cutting wood. The third time in a row this week with the web business by the way.

We don't cover sports a lot around here. Although sometimes we do. After decades of naked exploitation A rare triumph for workers over capital It's weird because it's a ripe field for Hell World-y exploitation and the excesses of capitalism. Also I am – for better or worse – a big sports fan myself. That reminds me here's a fun memory that just came up on my Facebook this week. Christopher Harris writes a lot about sports though. Specifically the NFL.

We went to Rockport, MA over the weekend and it was just a gorgeous and magical place. It is most famous of late for serving as some of the setting of Widow's Bay. I can't recommend it enough. More on that in a minute. If you're in Massachusetts please vote for Ed Markey today. We cannot let this spineless centrist turd Seth Moulton win. Also please vote against Katherine Clark if you're in the 5th like me. Jonathan Paz seems alright. We've got a real nice two-parter today.

This piece will be sent out in the next edition of the newsletter. Sign up for free or with a paid subscription to help pay our writers. by Sara Selevitch Did you hear that they're closing down? Anyone who’s lived in an American city has heard a version of that question too many times. It could be about the neighborhood corner store, local rock club, or a dive bar down the street. They might have been open for six years or sixty.

This piece will be sent out in the next edition of the newsletter. Please sign up for free or with a paid subscription to help pay our writers. by Christian Campagna The worst thing about having radiation blasted into my recently retired dick fifteen minutes a session twenty-eight days in a row is surprisingly not having radiation blasted into my recently retired dick for fifteen minutes a session for twenty-eight days in a row.

Man they don't make em like that anymore. What a woman. By almost any measure Dolly embodied "the American Dream." Some people come from nothing and make it big and then consider the problem of poverty now solved. If they ever even consider it again. Others will remember that there are still so many people with nothing and use what they have to help.

This will be sent out in the next edition of the newsletter. Consider a subscription to pay for our reporting. Tynan Stewart previously reported for Hell World on the Stop Cop City movement in Dallas. Stop Cop City Dallas It’s going to be a long fight Estamos aquí por ustedes by Tynan Stewart Drive north from the city of McCook in southwest Nebraska and you'll soon see the signs.

My wife said my sister was texting her to tell me to call her back so that wasn’t great right off the bat. You wouldn’t imagine she was doing that to tell me something urgently good. I can’t even think of an example of something that is urgently good. Almost all good news can wait. I guess maybe if someone had been born but people are very rarely born out of the blue. There is usually a pretty distinct countdown involved.

I'm sorry I know about the world being bad but it's still so funny to me that he hit em with the ol' switcheroo. He knocked out a caterer and stole his bow tie lol. Doing the Jack Tripper two dates in one night gag running back and forth between airplanes. Uh you guys all stay here on Air Force One I'm just gonna go out back for a second. To check if they're bringing in the food yeah.