The latest chapter in the saga of Joaquin’s ambivalent relationship with momus

This one’s a doozy, and in a good way. He points out a bunch of good things that are (probably) the result of ye olde globale turn-downe, and bites his thumb at the sanctimoniously wealthy who want you to know that you were better off when they were living high off the hog.

The downside is that it makes me really miss Berlin.