well if it isn t the consequences of my actions

He’s on Twitch to connect with his audience or whatever. He’s inviting one of the best writers in the game to follow him around to craft his profile, because he loves the attention and loves the opportunity to closely shape his brand. There are few stories that capture who Bryson DeChambeau is and the state of his self-made bed better. DeChambeau, giddy in all his US Open glory, running around with a glass of Orgain chumming it up with a bunch of guys on regular regimens of colloidal silver before running off to play Fortnite on a Twitch stream. The scene is one you can picture, if not smell. It’s the story of DeChambeau marching his trophy and medal directly to Trump National Golf Club in Bedminster, New Jersey to hang out with former Goonies extra Eric Trump and a quorum of sweaty 62-year-olds who share the common bonds of overleveraged condominium developments and medicare fraud. The above piece is friend-of-The-One-Iron Dylan Dethier’s walk-around following Bryson DeChambeau after his first major championship at last September’s COVID-modified US Open. There are an infinite number of harms inflicted upon the world daily, spending any amount of time wondering whether a white male multimillionaire can hit a ball around a field in relative peace from boozed-up Barstool readers is not one worth solving. Perhaps you consider this flippant or classist, the Yellow Vests would consider this not enough. In a society weighted heavily toward the uncompromising heavy hand of capital, a few members of the working class yelling “HEY, ASSHOLE” in between a few frothy cold ones does not matter.

The great thing about very, very rich people is it’s relatively fine to hate them.

Well if it isn t the consequences of my actions