Thursday, September 24, 2026

All that is beautiful, from which I choose even artifice, which I hold above nature, won’t salve these stuttered accoutrements

Blooger isn't fixed but it is a tiny bit less broken. Two of you have reached out, the blogroll updater is still totally broken for some, sorta broken for others, but when anyone clicks the site button they are sent to the front page of the respective site which is current and up-to-date, click on the site title, not the alleged lastest post link. My bandcamp is up-to-date and has the new Bonnie Prince Billy live album, released last Friday





Blogger sent me an email last week telling me they had crawled the blog and found four - FOUR - videos on BLCKDGRD that had frozen and deleted them. Subsequently some of the blog updaters updated and continue to and more updaters updated and then seized up dead again, I have no idea whether the two events are related and, surprisingly to me, care less each day. Trying the same diminishing damnlessness on the clusterfuck, nope. This song slays me each and every time





My understanding is you can get one free listen of anything on my bandcamp so help yourself. I can shuffle my bandcamp from my phone but not from my PC, if you know how to shuffle on a PC or chromebook PLEASE TELL ME! This ends the What the Fuck Is Wrong With Blooger programming and returns to its regular, relentless, and futile What the Fuck Is Wrong With Me starring gridofanger and its embedded and not embedded but implied monologues, plus songs, plus a poem




"Impunity for U.S. atrocities after 9/11 paved the way for rank authoritarianism and forever war—all of it enabled by an imperial Supreme Court"
"This is a green light for the kidnapping of presidents, the assassination of leaders in their offices, and the plunder of resources"
Today's monologue ➥Also too a green light to cracker cis white males to dominate, command, and sublimate your bitch, you fag
The repression of dissent in the face of failing wars
There is always a box and authoritarians will put everyone they can inside it
Capital Is Preparing the State for Domestic Insurrection
Conditions for Revolutionary Change In The West: FiscalHis life as a thought criminal
The Economics of DestructionCriminalizing birth control
The extremism of moderates"We believe that all children are made in the image of God, which is why we think some children should be bullied and ostracized by society."
A Brief History of Sam Alito’s Delusional Obsession With Voter Fraud
Black Radicalism And The Return Of The ‘Subversive Negro’​​​​​​​
When you’re a good journalist working for a bad owner
Doom, PredictedCounterfeit Righteousness
I. HATE. MOTHERFUCKING DEMOCRATS GAVIN NEWSOM EDITION
I. HATE. MOTHERFUCKING DEMOCRATS TAMMY DUCKWORTH EDITION
Historicising EnshittificationLove of money
Donald Trump carried Finney County (Garden City, mentioned in article, is county seat) by more than 2/3rd of the votesGamifying Alienation
The Gambling Companies Need Their Customers’ Misery
There are no bigger whinyass pissbaby pussies like cracker cis white male whinyass pissbaby pussies and especially those cis white make whinyass pissbaby pussies PAID to be cracker cis white male whinyass pissbaby pussies
They Just Created A Million Charlie Kirks
We Need To Talk About The Apocalypse
MaggieLions v IronsHyperparasitism
I love Cumberland, it's gorgeous when not appalling and appalling when not gorgeous, and it's an Appalachian town, not a Southern town
Lisa Robertson's *Riverwork*{ feuilleton }
Johnny Marr's guitarsIs she the Literary asshole?
YOU CAN HEAR THE NEW PETER JEFFERIES AT MY BANDCAMP TOO!





ENVOY

Lisa Robertson

I have tried to say
that, although Love is not judgement
analysis too is a style
of affect
since the scale that rends me vulnerable
has cut, from abundance, doubt
(not that identity shunts
civic ratio or consequence) Sure —
I would prefer to respond to only
the established charms (and forget inconvenience)
but her hair was also a kind of honey
or instrument.
 
All that is beautiful, from which I choose
even artifice, which I hold above nature
won’t salve these stuttered accoutrements

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