I am 9/10ths of the way through Henry James' *The Ambassadors* and will finish it tomorrow if I don't today so the burden of honoring a promise to living and dead former English professors and current and past friends will be honored, and get this, I will read another, though James' misuse of pronouns (any *she* referred to is not necessary the one I was taught it should be - I can only think this is intentionally muddying) is annoying as fuck. More signs of our coming apocalypse - it's closer and coming faster than most of yinz think, yo - embedded, along with the rest of the monologue (whether this gag is temporary or permanent until it isn't TBD) in the grid. Tropical Storm Bertha? Sweet, this will be in my head the next few days
Also too, three days from today is this shitty blog's domain renewal date, nothing has changed payment-wise at my end and though the blogging platform continues self-enshittification apace I expect them to take my money and renew me another year, but if I'm not here Saturday.... Hey! Lambchop has released a third song from upcoming album *Punching the Clown,* full album drops a month from yesterday
Strange world that my yodels haven't changed but more colleagues and friends and family members no longer think I'm so batshit crazy. Required gag: when my daughter is my age it will be 2059, what world?
Shitlords are happy to waste trillions of dollars on the Iran War if it helps speed up the dismantling of Social Security and Medicare and every fucking thing in the safety net plus the theft of every peasants retirement funds, I said to my ex-polisci professor and friendly acquaintance and for the third time in a row after calling me smart but batshit crazy for decades he said I'm probably right
Among the dead I cannot find you. Let me rest here a minute beneath these six leaves, crippled tree slightly taller than I am in a Manhattan sidewalk like a streetlamp in a forest where I'm lost.
Explosive diarrhea is not the name of my next band. Since Hispanic migrant farm workers will be blamed for planting the microscopic parasite on the lettuce it only makes sense to pre-blame Taco Bell for the outbreak poisoning patriotic magamericans. I have never in my life eaten at Taco Bell and (assumed it didn't need a parasite to induce explosive diarrhea) was never going to regardless the parasites on lettuce that induce explosive diarrhea, which is not the name of my next band
Rest of the monologue and kicking the corpse of Lindsey Graham in the grid. Too, my free blogging platform's self-enshittification continues apace, now more than half the feeds on the blogrolls are sick or dead with the numbers growing. Too, there are people who still think there will be an election in November and that they won't be gunned down in the streets when they protest after there wasn't. Too, I'd unforgivably forgot Parts & Labor because I don't own a CD player though I own all their CDs but they have a new double album available (as well as all previous albums that I own as a CD) on bandcamp, it's worth the $10, please play it loud
Marvel at how swiftly, at news of Lindsey Graham's death, Trump goons sealed Graham's office in the Capitol, his townhouse on Capitol Hill, his residence in South Carolina, and that they are searching them unto destroying the residence for anything that could harm but more importantly help Trump and more importantly his Shitlord bosses. It's like they knew Graham's ticker would tock, yes? Don't need a Lindsey Epstein, yo, and think what juice he has on Trump, Trump's enemies, but more importantly Trump's allies, which is what Trump wants most
Today's ➥ monologue
On the tee of One at Woodsboro Disc Golf Course this past Sunday Dr Z and I debated who ordered Graham's "heart attack," Dr Z asserting Putin, me insisting Trump, then added Think of the fierce competition in the Republican ranks to replace Graham as Trump Toady Number One on the Sunday morning Meet the Presses and daily on Fox and other cracker cable channels, imagine how much Trump will enjoy the debasement candidates will show him
