Trump Jr. Said It Very Loud and Very Fast, So It Must Be True

These folks are happy to be at the RNC, and to talk about Marxist Anarchist Joe Biden! If you have trouble reading this message, view it in a browser.       Don Jr. and Kimberly Guilfoyle Said It All Very Loud and Very Fast So All of It Must Be True   There doesn't seem to be anyone in this orbit who will point out when something is going on that is insane, which may be how this pre-taped RNC speech from Kimberly Guilfoyle, significant other to Donald Trump, Jr. and well-compensated Trump campaign surrogate, made it on air. But Guilfoyle's was not to be the only bizarro performance from the extended Trump clan. Her boyfriend, Donald Trump, Jr., emerged later to make the case for my father—and for the idea that there was quite a scene in the green room backstage. Politics Editor Jack Holmes does his best to make sense of this absolute circus of unreality. Read More           Our September Cover Story: The Weeknd Is the Poet Laureate of Our No-Good Year   The Weeknd figured his fans needed a distraction in these weird times, and he ended up with an album, After Hours, that is preternaturally appropriate for being stuck in the house, sweating, panicking, masturbating, and despairing. Sonically, who is better suited, really? He's got this seraphic voice that lulls you into songs about the faded late nights and underworlds where all of our deviant impulses propagate and turn us into demon versions of ourselves. Overall, critics have called After Hours his best album yet, though some complained that it was too Max Martin slick when we could have used moody and hushed, too produced when we needed raw, too fast when we needed slow (though that's not really the Weeknd's fault; pop music of all moods has been speeding up). But even at his most moms-can-hum-it-too, his lodestars have always been unrest, loneliness, and angsty horniness. Those who listen to the Weeknd fervently or even ambiently weren't surprised that the album contained a track poppy enough to be the song of the summer and psychotic enough to be the song of this summer. Even when he's entering a new phase of who the Weeknd is, he remains the modern bard of our most fucked-up times. Allison P. Davis spoke with Tesfaye for Esquire's September cover story. Read More           The Best Kept Secret on Wall Street   In Partnership with Masterworks   Art investing used to be reserved for CEOs and billionaires. Discover how Masterworks is revolutionizing the $1.7 trillion art market in 2020. Read More           'I Feel It All': Michaela Coel Takes Us Inside the Stirring I May Destroy You Finale   Michaela Coel wrote almost 200 drafts of what would become I May Destroy You, her landmark HBO series about sexual consent, memory, and trauma, but for many of those drafts, the path to an ending proved elusive. How do you end a sprawling story about a trauma with no cure, a crime with no justice, a tragedy without end? The series finale born of this impossibility is one of the boldest visions in television history: astonishing and gut-wrenching, deft and dazzling, a narrative high-wire act from the miraculous mind of a true auteur. Esquire's Adrienne Westenfeld spoke with Coel about how she transformed the pain of her sexual assault into the year's best episode of television. Read More           The "Brokini" Now Exists Because 2020 Isn't Done Exhausting You Yet   Free will is an illusion. Right? I mean, think about it. Are you reading these words because you truly choose to read them, or are you reading them because some irresistible outside force—an algorithm, a push notification, a multi-tentacled malevolent deity—has pre-ordained that you arrive at this very moment, under these specific circumstances, to learn that two dudes named Taylor Field and Chad Sasko have just debuted a product they call the "brokini." If you are the type of person to delight in wearing a brokini, and you are surrounded by other folks who feel the same way, godspeed to you and please be sure to sunscreen up. If you aren't that type of guy, then Esquire Style Director Jonathan Evans implores you to find a new group. Or maybe you're already going to do that anyway. I mean…it's not like it's really your choice. Or is it? Read More           The First Night of the Republican Convention Was Like Getting Stuck in a Bell Jar of Alternate Reality   This is what Charles P. Pierce learned on the first night of the Republican National Convention. He learned that Joe Biden is a Communist, a Socialist, the next Castro, and a puppet controlled by cosmopolitan elites, Hollywood moguls, the Chinese government, and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. He learned that the streets of California are paved with heroin needles, that MS-13 will be moving in next door, and that HUMAN SEX DRUG TRAFFICKERS!!!!!!!!!!! He learned that the Democrat Party plans to abolish the First Amendment, the Second Amendment, Jesus, and the suburbs. He learned that Donald Trump is the last bodyguard of Western Civilization, and that is an actual thing that actually was said. Here's Pierce on why it is impossible to engage the arguments mustered on the television Monday night. Read More         Read More on Esquire.com       Follow Us     Unsubscribe  Privacy Notice   esquire.com ©2020 Hearst Communications Inc. All Rights Reserved. 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