Thursday, January 8, 2026

We Are Afloat On Our Dreams As On a Barge Made of Ice

What is there to say other than I am as hot a mess as I am dark as are these the hottest, messiest, darkest, strangest days of my life. I've not had the opportunity to be shot in the face yet by the magagestapo, the bastards are ignoring Moco, I'd have bet they'd be working east of Georgia Avenue by now, I'll be there with a whistle and a camera when they do. Time for the traditional Hot Dark Mess song; this is the first time since Fleabus died that I've posted this, she's on guitar and drums




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Hey, I pruned the blegrells (or started to then got bored of it and angry at myself for (giving a fuck about this) (thinking it would help dull the hot dark mess) being bored and angry), if you're not where you used to be you haven't posted in six months meaning you probably haven't been here in at least six months and in most cases were never here once anyway. If your blog was dead (all the typepad blogs, typepad died) you were purged, if your blog still exists but has been abandoned you were moved to one of the two moribund purgatories at bottom of blagralls. I'll finish the job or not, hope not, not today. Here, have an angry and apt Robinson Jeffers poem:

BE ANGRY AT THE SUN

Robinson Jeffers

That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new. That America must accept
Like the historical republics corruption and empire
Has been known for years.

Be angry at the sun for setting
If these things anger you. Watch the wheel slope and turn,
They are all bound on the wheel, these people, those warriors.
This republic, Europe, Asia.

Observe them gesticulating,
Observe them going down. The gang serves lies, the passionate
Man plays his part; the cold passion for truth
Hunts in no pack.

You are not Catullus, you know,
To lampoon these crude sketches of Caesar. You are far
From Dante’s feet, but even farther from his dirty
Political hatreds.

Let boys want pleasure, and men
Struggle for power, and women perhaps for fame,
And the servile to serve a Leader and the dupes to be duped.
Yours is not theirs.


The traditional Hot Dark Mess gif, deployed for the first time in at least a decade
"I know I’m harping on this but it’s important to remember that when pundits/politicians are talking about “the norms” on stuff like this they are talking about the period when the president of the United States was bombing seven different countries but it’s okay because he told Congress first sorta"
A second thorough, but necessary, Duh: we are the assholes
"America has been robbing the Americas at gunpoint since America. That's the whole point"
A third thorough, but necessary, Duh: America Is a Gangster State
"Very important thread on why Trump is targeting places like Venezuela. It makes no sense under a model of Trump as head of a nation-state, but makes complete sense under a model of "neo-royalism" where the primary driver is not national interest but interests of "elite cliques and sovereign rulers."
Meet Paul Singer, the shitlord Trump Megadonor Set to Make a Killing on Venezuela Oil
Shitlord admits AI exists to herd and kill you
"Barack Obama’s decision to hold no one in the Bush administration to account for their war crimes because they wanted to be able to commit their own was the hinge point that decided the future of warfare worldwide for the worse"
ICE Plans $100 Million “Wartime Recruitment” Campaign Targeting Military and Firearms Enthusiasts
The Modern State as Organized Crime
Humans, psychopathology, and the sadistic urge
The Year America Broke Open
"Now the seedy interior of what lies within so many structures of power in our country has been revealed. It is not pretty. The weakness, the perfidy, the greed, the racism, the anti-semitism and Islamaphobia, the hatred of women, the perversion and indecency, the disregard for the intellectual, physical and spiritual safety of our children; the choice of nihilism over accountability, the absolute disinterest in the values of democracy"
US Billionaire Wealth Surges to $8.1 Trillion
A Peter Thiel–Backed Startup City Wants to Be Africa’s Delaware
The winner of the 2025 Nobel Peace Prize, yo
BBC journalists have been banned from describing the kidnapped Venezuelan leader as having been kidnapped
"Prominent MAGA figures are making it 100% explicit that MAGA is a neo-imperialist movement that's all about pillage and plunder justified by assumed racial superiority"
"amazing how the entire machine can pivot within 24 hours. no need to slowly upsell the argument; just issue new marching orders"
"Wake me up when Mark Kelly stops voting to confirm Trump's nominees"
How Bribery Became LegalNaked Imperialism
For oil and capitalism >"The US has couped Venezuela for its oil and for capitalism. The invasion is bipartisan. Obama set the stage with an emergency powers declaration against Venezuela a decade ago. This is what the US empire is. This is what it does"
Venezuela and the Imperialism of Peace
Google is tracking your digital fingerprints again
The Accelerating Nature Of Financialization Collapse
The Radical Logic Against Positive News
Vibing in 20 26First time againAvedon Carol
MaggieWorrying update on mom-and-pop bankruptcies shows recession has begun
A (not mine) bleggalgazeEnd of the year post
The Psychology of People Who Love Cats
How Literatures begin: Russian{ feuilleton}
Science fiction and the art of prediction
SUNDRY GREETINGS, COMPLAINTS and OBSERVATION-DRIVEN THEORIES on the CUSP of a POSSIBLE INFLECTION POINT
EARLIEST FEELIES TAPEYesterday was Ira's 69th birthday and this is my 2nd favorite Yo La Tengo song🡇





MY EROTIC DOUBLE

John Ashbery

He says he doesn’t feel like working today.
It’s just as well. Here in the shade
Behind the house, protected from street noises,   
One can go over all kinds of old feeling,
Throw some away, keep others.
                                             The wordplay
Between us gets very intense when there are   
Fewer feelings around to confuse things.
Another go-round? No, but the last things
You always find to say are charming, and rescue me   
Before the night does. We are afloat
On our dreams as on a barge made of ice,
Shot through with questions and fissures of starlight   
That keep us awake, thinking about the dreams
As they are happening. Some occurrence. You said it.

I said it but I can hide it. But I choose not to.   
Thank you. You are a very pleasant person.   
Thank you. You are too.

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