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How’s That Grab ‘Ya?
STOPUMedia’s origin story begins, as did the American Revolution, and the formation of Green Day, with a lot of Scotch. Unable to sleep, owing to the fact that a bunch of farmers, gun nuts, Sunday school teachers, and wingnut survivalists, came together — under the intellectual guidance of Kid Rock, Clint Eastwood, Ted Nugent, Rudy Giuliani, and Scott Baio — to hand over our nuclear launch codes to an aging pervert with dangerous inferiority complex and the social media restraint of an adolescent.
As we stared into the abyss, trying to remember the words to the Canadian national anthem, and toting up in our heads how much it would cost to ship our combined library of thousands of books, a funny thing happened. Like many others, faced with an important life-changing decision, we consulted the oracle: Facebook. Slowly, only coincidentally as our buzzes faded, we decided to stay and fight. The Annoying Orange and his minions would NOT grab hold of our country’s vital assets without our consent.
Getting Down to Wit
Being neither farmers, nor gun nuts, we found ourselves fresh out of armaments and ammunition. Much to our chagrin, we discovered that we were also out of Scotch — which we quickly remedied. (PRIORITIES!)
What we had in abundance (besides Scotch) was wit, and a goodly stock of weapons-grade snark. We went to work, as writers do, staring out windows, filling up college-ruled notepads, chewing the erasers off our No. 2 pencils, and watching Trevor Noah, John Oliver, Rachel Maddow, Samantha Bee, Colbert, Bill Maher, Seth Myers, and Saturday Night Live. (Bubbling is the new cocooning. You Reddit here first.)
We subscribed to the Washington Post and the New York Times, and began attending Democratic Party meetings, joined the ACLU and even paid for public television. O course, we marched, and sobbed, over wine, to the heartfelt testimonials on Pantsuit Nation. And joined Indivisible, and other activist groups, writing letters to elected officials — who, in an outpouring of public service, ignored those letters and approved a whole cabinet of kleptocrats, racists and oligarchs. (See: Deplorables)
Taking A Healthy Trump
When Matthew McConaughey started lumbering toward us looking all glassy-eyed and mumbling about “giving him a chance,” we knew we had to go nuclear. We broke out the biscuit and the football, watched the Patriots beat the Falcons, and then broke out the snark. We called ourselves STOPUMedia, because, well, duh. But also because the domain was available.
The Bigly Beautiful Book of What Women Want is the first of what we intend to be many salvos. It may not change the world. But it may make your stomach hurt a little less, for a little while. And that’s something. We hope you enjoy it. If you do, please let us know by liking us on Facebook, following us on Twitter, and sending copies of our silly sedition to like-minded friends and family.
RESIST! We’ll keep fighting if you will.
And now, a moment of silence, for the victims of the Bowling Green Massacre . . .