Who are The Bupkes?
The Bupkes is a satire magazine by nobody that sometimes says something about very little but most of the time says nothing about everything. But we are more than that: We are the cathartic itch to your weltschmerz scratch. We are Yiddishkeit über alles. We are the side-eye gaze onto a world of absurdity passing itself off as credible.
More than anything, we are bupkes. Join us in the peanut gallery — because the main stage is a farce.
Some things you may find there may include, but are not limited to
the doom loop of liberal politics;
our collective climate demise — coming to a reality near you!
… unless the unstoppable labyrinth of technofeudal tubes gets us first;
weltschmerz in the age of exploding pagers;
The open-air cagematch between Jewish pluralism and its ethno-nationalist mishpocha;
the slinkification of history;
everyone’s favorite möchtegern superpower and the
depthsabyss of its Teutonic Imaginary;European values™;
the unending end times of American Empire;
media and their discontents;
basic human decency;
a good sandwich.
Jibe ho! Here comes a masthead.
Secretary-General of Words: Noach Gɫuchowicz
Queen of Style: The Maven
Do you want to join us on our voyage into nothingness? The Bupkes welcomes submissions. If you have a satirical, poetic, or literary bone to pick, be in touch! Because there is no “i” in bupkes — unless you anglicize it differently.