This weekend we're scheduled to get sixteen feet of snow followed by seven inches of ice which will cause power outages lasting until April (until which daily high temperatures will not break -50), apt for this, my shittiest winter ever in all but two facets of my life, all caused by my moving from watercolor paper to hardboard treated canvases that don't warp, what a world, this is all my fault, my apologies Maybe a good thing, not the canvases, my being cut-off from contact with the outside world until April Fools Day: I'm not only incapable of doing it voluntarily I'm incapable of not documenting the all-encompassing and constantly expanding clusterfuck, perhaps you've noticed. I no longer play the "if I was offered a free month in hiking and disc golf course paradise in perfect weather with gorgeous sunsets and primo sativa and fresh crisp bright local pilsners from the deck of a mountain top cottage on the condition I have no contact with the outside world would I?" game, because why play? it will never be offered and I'd never accept it if it was. If you don't believe me please buy me (and L) that vacation, I'd love to be wrong: just found my Renaldo and the Loaf CD stash, perhaps I'd choose to listen to some on that deck watching the sunset, unclusterfucking, I just might be willing to risk it. The test, and the rest, depends on you
Today's duh: Behind Trump’s Meltdown Over Greenland
"After sponsoring genocide in Gaza, welcoming the kidnapping of Maduro, cheering the bombing of Iran, backing assaults on Lebanon, applauding assassinations, liberal European leaders have discovered international law just in time for the US invasion of Greenland"
Couple of days ago I was thinking poobah Democrats must have told Wes Moore to cool his jets in the interest of his own career so guess what cynical me's first thought was when I first saw this
Zionist 2028 Dem potus candidate resents being asked and thinks it's antisemitic he was asked if he was a Mossad agent when he was vetted (and not chosen) for vpotus in 2024
Although I mean it, and project the meaning As hard as I can into its brushed-metal surface, It cannot, in this deteriorating climate, pick up Where I leave off. It sees the Japanese text As among the most massive secretions of the human spirit. Its part is in the shade, beyond the iron spikes of the fence, Mixing red with blue. As the day wears on Those who come to seem reasonable are shouted down (Why you old goat! Look who’s talkin’. Let’s see you Climb off that tower — the waterworks architecture, both stupid and Grandly humorous at the same time, is a kind of mask for him, Like a seal’s face. Time and the weather Don’t always go hand in hand, as here: sometimes One is slanted sideways, disappears for awhile. Then later it’s forget-me-not time, and rapturous Clouds appear above the lawn, and the rose tells The old old story, the pearl of the orient, occluded And still apt to rise at times.) A few black smudges On the outer boulevards, like squashed midges And the truth becomes a hole, something one has always known, A heaviness in the trees, and no one can say Where it comes from, or how long it will stay —
I've received two emails and one comment (which I accidentally deleted - my sincere apologies, I meant to approve it) in the last two weeks or so alerting me that this shitty blog is now fuck-all shitty to read on cellphones, and contrary to one opinion I actually DO give a flying fuck about this if for no other reason than why would I not want people to read this shitty blog? I was going to post this Sparklehorse song but can't because motherfucking youtube doesn't motherfucking permit posting a motherfucking song with fucked-up in the title, my motherfucking reaction:
It will never stop, the enshittification of everything. I can't confirm the fuck-all shittiness of reading this on cellphones since (a) I hated the internet on my cellphone when my cellphone could actually access the internet and (b) my cellphone currently can't access the internet because I don't know the fuck why and I don't care the fuck why and I'll be damned if I go buy a new phone to read the internet on the phone, which I hate. I have not changed any settings on this blog in literally at least ten years or more, so while I accept the blame for any and all fuck-ups here this particular fuck-up happened without my attempting to change something and fucking it up and in any case if I DID fuck something up I have no fucking idea how I did or how to fix (guggle's AI code recently installed along with no doubt far more sophisticated spyware, not just me, you too) it. This seems to be happening across every motherfucking spectrum of my life, every motherfucking spectrum but two. Have I told you 345,823,929 times we are being reprogrammed? Strangest fucking days of my life. Where's my kind ghost? Hear, more Sparklehouse, this is one of dozens of my favorite five songs ever:
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
. . 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.
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The traditional Hot Dark Mess gif, deployed for the first time in at least a decade
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"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
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
"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
"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"
"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"
