I have been told that this is an unfair and uncharitable interpretation of The Daily Poor by someone whom I respect. Therefore, I would like to publicly apologize to The Daily Poor and the Daily Poor Community.

Uhhh. Don't worry about it. The "community," for the record, is called "Professor Poor's Concentration Camp."

Make this illegal for everyone, please.

My wife put Carolina Reaper in the sausage gravy and biscuits

Summer temperatures? This is still January!

Who's ready for math therapy?

I don't understand how someone could suffer from insomnia. Seems like a skill issue to me. Just go to sleep; it's not difficult

Judaism is a heretical Christian sect

Gn

In order to afford a house in modern America, my family had to do the unthinkable... We had to make the ultimate sacrifice.... We had to... Move to a place with a lot of snow....

Concentration time

Concentrate!

There are no women on the Internet

When folks dismissively assert, "Trump's deporting only [x] per day—this won’t resolve the crisis!" commentators correctly retort that such judgments are precipitous. "It's only been a week!" they say, "to extrapolate 4 years worth of action from a week is insane."

Yet this measured skepticism seldom extends from those same commentators to the opposing phenomenon. Here, I suspect, we witness one of the right's fatal weaknesses in action: a propensity for naively sanguine prognostication. What if this initial fervor—the deportation blitz, the performative urgency—is merely a pyrotechnic flash, leading only to more of the usual? Worse still: to infer that progressives, having dominated sociopolitical conflicts for over a century, have abruptly atrophied into impotence because of… a week's worth of inaction...? Is it possible that the left is dead and that America will be made into a new country? Sure. Am I willing to believe it after having learned from American history and seen this entity crush its enemies again and again and again because of a mere week of positive happenings? Assuredly not.

The lesson? Hubris thrives in short timeframes. Declaring victory—or defeat—within days is less analysis than melodrama.

It's the end of January and we've received just under 13 feet of snow this season. Let's have another 13 feet these next few months!

Every time you complain about something, the owner of this Telegram channel, a jobless peasant who lives in the northwoods Midwestern hinterlands and sometimes pretends to do philosophy, loses respect for you. You best my trying to get that complaining habit under control, young feller.