In my dream I was making money hand over fist selling photo realistic posters of Kristi Noem posing on a puppy skin rug. Wearing tight fatigues with lots of strap-on equipment. To lonesome young men living in basements and trailer parks all over the red states.
And I realized that tastes differ. There's a gradual geographic and economic shift, from posters to action figures to weird paraphernalia, and animebody pillows.
The problem is that I am not entrpreneurially inclined, wouldn't want to set up manufacturing for any of that stuff, especially not in a cut-throat fast-paced market, and would not want to deal with those people.
Or their obsession with cruelty, and pouty pouty lips.
Probably dangerous too. A festering cocktail of Southern Sherriffs, Texas, and delusionals.
With ketamine and meth habits, and unresolved issues.
As well as spin-offs catering to stranger and stranger audiences.
If someone else wants to do it, fine. I wish them luck. They'll be able to retire to Miami and snort cocaine for the rest of their lives, with my blessing.
Little Kristi Noem handbags, automatic riffles, jeeps, and suburban mansions.
Artificial puppy fur rugs. Hairbrushes. Superhero capes.
The Kristi Noem make-up set.
American made, of course. Bring manufaturing back to the U.S.
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