The Daily Misanthrope

August 11, 2026  •  Misanthrope Index: 8.4 — Approaching Walken

Folly of the Day

She Cleared Her Own Credit Card With the Charity's Money and Wrote It in the Ledger as a Police Bill for Policing the Show. Nobody Checked for Twenty-Two Years.

Note the audacity of the entry itself: she made the constabulary the alibi for the theft, on paper, in a book she knew nobody would open. And nobody did — because in a small association the treasurer is the only person who checks the treasurer's work, and asking would have implied distrust of a neighbour. Her trustees now say they find it inconceivable that such a calculated individual hid herself in their charity. She did not hide. She sat in the one chair where hiding is unnecessary, and stayed twenty-two years, because respectability is not a quality a person possesses. It is a vacancy where suspicion ought to have been standing, and she filled it.

Source: Devon & Cornwall Police

The Wire

He Told the Bank His Turnover Was £400,000. Under Caution He Said £200,000, Then Said £300,000, in the Same Interview. His Business, He Added, Was 'Booming'.

A man who gives the bank one number and the investigator two different ones in a single sitting has not been caught in a lie; he has been caught never having troubled to compose one, because composing a lie concedes that somebody might one day ask twice — and the entire premise of the Bounce Back scheme, on both sides of the counter, was that nobody ever would.

Source: The Insolvency Service (GOV.UK)

The Wire

The Turmeric Company Blurred Out the Diseases in Its Own Testimonials, Then Added a Headline Explaining That Regulations Were the Reason and Directing Readers to Where They Could Read the Unblurred Version

Redacting a word and then printing directions to the unredacted copy is not compliance and was never meant to be; it is the wink, and the wink is worse than the claim, because it establishes that the company had read the rule, understood the rule precisely, and concluded that knowing the rule was itself a form of obeying it.

Source: Advertising Standards Authority

Daily misanthropy by email — free.
The day's worst decisions, curated every morning, in your inbox by breakfast.

No algorithms. No engagement bait. Just the view from the abyss.

The Wire

A Clothing Brand Told the Regulator the Cigarette Was Too Slim to Be a Cigarette, and That If It Were a Cigarette It Was Not Lit, Because No Smoke Could Be Seen. The Regulator Noted the Ash on the End.

There is a species of corporate confidence that mistakes a regulator for a jury and a jury for an audience that can be talked round, and it produces this: a firm asking a public body to accept that the burning object with ash on the end may not have been lit — which is not an argument, but a confession delivered slowly and with several unnecessary steps.

Source: Advertising Standards Authority

Black-Robed Egomania

He Went on Cable Access and Described Himself as a 'Sanitational Engineer' Dealing With 'Society's Garbage'. In 2021 the Same Court Suspended Him for, Among Other Things, Producing a Handgun in His Courtroom as a Prop.

The phrase is more candid than he can have intended. A man who calls the people standing in front of him refuse is not describing a bad day; he is describing what he thinks the job is — not weighing, but disposal — and disposal requires no attention to the particular item, which is precisely the complaint. Note also that the remark was made not in temper on the bench but comfortably, on television, to an audience. That is not a lapse. That is a settled view, delivered by a man who assumed everyone shared it.

Source: WHBY / Wisconsin Judicial Commission

From the library — 26 special editions

Writers Behaving Badly: 13 Great Authors Who Were Worse PeopleThirteen masters of the sentence who could not master themselves: killers, thieves, traitors, con men, and… Florida Man: A Field Guide to the GenusNotes toward a natural history of the Sunshine State's most resilient predator — himself. More Scandalous Authors: Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to Read, Vol. IIThe private conduct of literature's great names, continued — the debtors, deserters, duelists, and one…

Browse all special editions →

Daily misanthropy by email — free.
The day's worst decisions, curated every morning, in your inbox by breakfast.

No algorithms. No engagement bait. Just the view from the abyss.

Today's edition  ·  Special editions  ·  Archive  ·  Submit a tip