hear the click of the cartridge as it slides into its chamber

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

We are ruled by motherfucking sociopaths
Roast in Boiling Piss, Lindsey Graham
Today's ➥ monologue	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
➥	"every dead senator gets a thoughtful obituary lauding their “courage” and then if you look it up the courage was filibustering the Give Medicine to Cancer Kids act"
➥	The Dead Cannot Rest If They Are Still Useful
➥	Hours after the death of Lindsey Graham, Donald Trump said of Graham’s potential replacement, “I have somebody that I think would be great.”
➥	Lindsey Graham: Opportunist or Fascist?
➥	Lindsey Graham and the rot of modern conservatism
➥	I. HATE. MOTHERFUCKING. DEMOCRATS.
➥	We are governed by serial killers
Maine Democrats tell Chuck Schumer to fuck the fuck off
Don't Take Advice From Your Enemies
The Mechanisms of Enshittification
A guide to racism in the criminal justice system
How The Guardian Sells Imperialism To Progressives
What Is Capitalist Exploitation, and Why Is It Wrong?
We are ruled by motherfucking sociopaths
This is, quite literally, a protection racket
A professor of religious studies asks why everyone wants an exorcism
Israel Continues to Shoot Children in the Head During the Gaza Ceasefire
When fascists come for the news outlets that enabled them
I. HATE. MOTHERFUCKING. DEMOCRATS.
Trapped in this doom-loop of impotence
I. HATE. MOTHERFUCKING. DEMOCRATS.
We are ruled by motherfucking sociopaths
How the PayPal Mafia Reanimated Apartheid
We are ruled by motherfucking sociopaths
Hysteria as a Moving Cultural Framework
20 things your phone knows about you that you never told it
The most corrupt, polluted tournament in the tournament’s 96-year history
Awaiting the Crash				The four biggest lies they tell about US history
Maggie		New study finds that sometimes cats groom each other specifically to be annoying			{ feuilleton }
PEN America Sells out. Again.
➥	What Dinaw Mengestu said, yes
Because of ticks and the diseases they carry I not only deet the hell out of my legs and arms, if I yank a disc into truly deep rough, fuck it, I can replace the disc for $9, I just bought three DX Beasts for the one I left at Rockburn in the weed jungle right of fairway on 16
Monsterpieces: William Vollmann's Volumes
Hockney As He Was, Or Seems To Be
Parts & Labor give a track-by-track breakdown of new album Set of All Sets, their first in 15 years
☟	Parts & Labor Return to Forever						☟

IN A ROW

Stephen Dobyns

The mailman handing me a letter,

he paid a little. My daughter’s

third grade teacher, the electrician

putting a light over my back door:

they paid as well. The woman at the bank

who cashes my check. She paid a part of it.

The typist in my office, the janitor

sweeping the floor—they paid some too.

The movie star paid for it. The nurse,

the nun, the saint, they all paid for it—

a photograph from Central America,

six children lying neatly in a row.

One day I was teaching or I sold

a book review or I gave a lecture

and some of the money came to me

and some rolled off into the world,

but it was still my money, the result

of my labor, each coin still had my name

printed across it, and I went on living,

passing my days in a box with a tight lid.

But elsewhere, skulking through tall grass,

a dozen men approached a village. It was hot;

the men made no noise. See that one’s cap,

see the button on that other man’s shirt,

* * *

hear the click of the cartridge as it slides

into its chamber, see the handkerchief

which that man uses to wipe his brow—

I paid for that one, that one belongs to me.