This is Unf*#!ing Believable, begun in 2009 and continuing today, essays in no particular order other than the assault or delight of a particular day. It’s sometimes local in specificity but always global in application. It comes via all my senses: my eyes that read it on the computer screen or see it on TV; my ears that hear it on the radio and in many conversations I have with friends and acquaintances; and my gut, where everything gets churned up and viscerally spit out. In the words of J.M. Coetze, from his book Diary of a Bad Year, his explanation for writing a complaint: An opportunity to grumble in public, an opportunity to take magic revenge on the world for declining to conform to my fantasies: how could I refuse?