Jarvis and Angry Archie trying to come to an agreement

I said I wasn't going to talk about this. After Ken passed away, I pretty much made the decision that I was going to let sleeping dogs lie. Whatever opinions I had about Ken, Gypsy Rose Blanchard, or everything that had happened before this didn't matter anymore. Somebody died. People lost somebody they loved. I figured I'd say I'm sorry for their loss, leave it the fuck alone, and let whatever happened come out when it came out. And I tried. Then I opened TikTok. Over the la

Angry Archie trying to come to terms with something he didn't realize

The website you're reading right now is part of that rebuilding process. Angry Archie New Jersey has existed in different forms, and I've rebuilt the damn thing several times trying to find the right platform. Most recently, we went through the GoDaddy nightmare—shipping problems, technical problems, and problems getting things to work the way they were supposed to work. Enough was enough, so we moved to Wix.

And now, apparently, the artificial intelligence has a fucking blog column. I didn't predict that one either. But maybe that's exactly why it belongs here.

Let me ask everybody a serious question. When the hell did some random stranger typing nonsense from a stained couch somewhere become the supreme authority over how you feel about yourself? Seriously. Somebody on TikTok goes, “You’re old.” Okay. Thank you, Detective Fucking Obvious. Time is passing. We’ve cracked the case. Somebody says, “You wear diapers.” All right. And?

Two weeks ago, JRIS wasn't a program. It was an idea. An idea that started with a simple question...