Surviving our inevitable dystopian future (hope you’re a strong swimmer).
We were warned about this. By Kevin Costner, of all people.
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Thinking for yourself is overrated according to my new mind-control chip.
Was I becoming a mindless cog in the ruling establishment’s New World Order?
Let’s talk about lawn maintenance and murder.
Below my lawn’s yellowing surface grass—unbeknownst to me—certain death was waiting.
How a reader’s comment inspired me to exploit my friends.
Writing this newsletter is a thankless and unnecessary job, but if I don’t do it, who will?
How I got lots of new subscribers (no seriously, I’m asking).
Recently, for reasons I can’t entirely figure out, one of my travel reports blew up.
The CrosbyReport
Who gets my email newsletter and who doesn’t? Only the subatomic realm knows for sure.
Sadly, the anole lizard situation at my home does not end well.
I spend most of my waking hours staring out my window at “Craig,” a horny brown anole lizard.
Where are we going and how did we get in this hand-basket?
I think we can all agree that 2020 hasn’t turned out like any of us expected, right?
Corona-crisis: An unsolicited message from our CEO.
In these troubled times, the world turns to its CEOs for leadership, guidance, and empty platitudes.