I Made a Joke About How It Doesn't Dovetail

Next four bullets written last night before news of Trump's rona, for the record I do not think our shitlords deliberately infected him

• When I say I sense a change in shitlord weather I mean only the urgency to secure the judiciary before posturing Democrats delay the purchase of a sixth yacht by whole minutes of lost interest, whole fucking laundromat cycles possibly slowing .-.06% causing short bets one Tuesday not winning next Wednesday
• Trump's victory no longer imperative, I still think he'll win by any means shitlord approved but the terms have changed
  
• More professional BWAH! bwahing Trump since Tuesday than in the 457 months since Inaugural Day 2017 combined, that New York Times hit-piece, news-flashed between Ginsberg death and first debate, timing totally coincidental
  
• I think our shitlords still see profit in Trump's shit but want Trump to shit his criminally diapered self and remember on whom he depends
  

• Happy those who got the allusion to the tweet related to the photo above
• Call me nuts, I cannot dismiss the infinitesimally slim possibility Trump doesn't have covid but wants to shutdown the Stand Back, Stand By shitstorm while distracting his devout from the fact that he just betrayed his cracker base and displayed to them his first act of crass and cowardly expedient weakness  
• That didn't take long: here comes the If Trump Quarantines Biden Needs Suspend Campaigning bullshit
  
• On the coming hypocrisy (for instance, this fuck) of those simultaneously holding that Trump is an existential danger while wishing him a speedy recovery (this motherfucker)
  
• Reminder: it can be simultaneously true that Covid is a true threat to global health AND our shitlords are exploiting it for maximum gain
  
• Trump's Praetorian Guard
• Shitshows, shitholes, shitstorms
• Ancient democracy in an online world
  
• Going to hell  
• Avedon Carol's occasional links
• My parents' alma mater has a new basketball floor
  
• The Guston controversy, metaphor for unintended consequences
• Bill Gass for those of you who Bill Gass
• Dorothea Tanning
• For those who remain
  
• This post, from where today's Ashbery poem was c/ped, also turned me on to this and thank you

PLANISPHERE

John Ashbery

We were sitting there, and   
I made a joke about how   
it doesn’t dovetail: time,   
one minute running out   
faster than the one in front   
it catches up to.   
That way, I said,   
there can be no waste.   
Waste is virtually eliminated.   

To come back for a few hours to   
the present subject, a painting,   
looking like it was seen,   
half turning around, slightly apprehensive,   
but it has to pay attention   
to what’s up ahead: a vision.   
Therefore poetry dissolves in   
brilliant moisture and reads us   
to us.   
A faint notion. Too many words,   
but precious.