you see a bookstore one rainy day on a corner in your neighborhood that you never really looked at before, and you see that it's only open once a month, and just by chance it is that day today. So you ring the doorbell with your partner a couple times but nobody comes so it must be closed but then here comes this old guy who is struggling to walk and when he opens the door you can just tell he is not used to seeing """young""" people. And he's so enthusiastic and invites you into a room that is just stacks of books left and right piled up to the ceiling. And you all are chopping it up about what's going on in the neighborhood before he asks why the two of you are here. So you mention that we collect VHS tapes and sometimes places like this have some, and he says that in the back (which you can just peek over his shoulder and it's like looking into Narnia) he has a bunch of unsorted tapes filled with weird art he recorded so you are getting excited by all the potential oddities and you even end up buying a book so, i ask again, wyd when you go home and google his name and find his libertarian substack?