Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Night and Day

You aren't the one, Donald. You never were and never will be. Get the fuck lost. 

Monday, August 17, 2026

A Question for Republicans

Republicans, how many people are you allowed to get killed before it counts? I mean in the Trump manifestation. Bush's toll is still going up but I'll not include that. Musk is on your tab. Shall we say a million? 

Make-believe

Republicans achieved escape velocity into unreality. They look on from such heights human beings are ants. Republicans think they're gods but they're devils. They belong with the rest of us. They're making shit up. Republicans are living a delusion. In which they're persecuted. So they attack. 

Medicrud for All

I'm confused. Are Democrats for 'Medicare for All' with actual, unbridled Medicare for everybody or some watered down shit. I don't trust them. Fault me for that. I dare you. 

Trump Triumphalism

Their revolution succeeds. So far. Republicans are reveling. The U.S.A. is reinvented. As what? As the Confederacy. As a racist, totalitarian state.

Trump, drunk on power. Absolutely smashed. Staggering. They all are, furiously yanking levers. Seeing people jump. Seeing people die. What a high! 

What a rush. Glorious victory. The forces of evil ascend, the same as always, always differently. Patterns emerge. Overreach. They're overextended.

A crash is coming. Helmets on! We will rebuild. But right now we're in the shit. 

Trump is Trans

Building on Trump's sophisticated understanding of 'trans' that it includes anything with 'trans' in it I declare Trump is 'trans' since he's transactional. 

Twenty-Mule-Team Moron

The societal suicidal impulse is increasing. Maybe more like murder. Trump always heeded the call of the ditch, his destiny and compulsion. Annihilation. His egotism demands company. He will take the country with him. He'll take the world, perhaps. Anything that he can. A galaxy if he can swing it. 

Trump will leave a legacy of devastation, as big as possible. Pack up his toys, go home to daddy. Daddy dead. Posthumously, daddy gave him a country to fuck with. Diabolical daddy. Trump doesn't choose the ditch. He's a sick fuck, he can't help it. Who empowers such a man? Maniacs. Crazies. Cultists.

Evangelical Christians, mostly. They allied with the rich. The rich are always with us. They will take whatever they can. Who would give it to them? Idiots and lunatics with grudges. White, southern, racist losers who want revenge. And to see the end-times, as an afterthought. Jesus and all. And all.

Meaning complete, disaster-movie devastation. Death, the ditch nobody gets out of. Nobody pulls you out, unless you believe in the resurrection. It's not enough they believe that for themselves. They are idealists and fanatics. Death for everyone! See you at the resurrection. If you buy into that. I don't.

Sunday, August 16, 2026

Get in Touch

Mainstream Democrats are not cutting it. People are pissed and scared. The leadership offers explanations and analysis. The electorate wants to feel the outrage. They want to see indignation. I’ve got it to spare if they want it. Get in touch. With me, with the electorate, with fucking reality. 

On This Payday in History

Trump did what? What ripoff, shakedown and scam? It goes on every day. I think Trump became the biggest crook in history. Nobody compares. Great crooks typically worked at it and assumed risks. Trump shot his mouth off, became president and got granted immunity by political hacks on the Supreme Court. He's a crook by decree. A crook by executive order. 

Grifter-boy has gone scaredy-cat. People who steal that much fear retribution. They fear justice. They fear somebody taking their shit that they stole. One good thing. Trump enables us to see that America's super-rich are all crooks. They get so wealthy by stealing. Some rode the wave. Maybe they're not personally responsible. Still, that's our money they're sitting on. 

But I'm a Cheerleader

Karoline Leavitt thought she was special, exempt from the rules of Trump. Rah, Rah, she said. Sis Boom Bah. No matter what Trump did it was go team. He shit all over everything it was go team. He shit the world, go team. 

Some are more team than others. The Trump distractibility index is high. If it isn't right in front of him it doesn't exist. Object permanence is an issue. People are objects. An army of ego-strokers attends Trump. How to stand out?

Kneel down? It's been done. Every variation, manner and position, and with accoutrements. Pompoms, you name it. Probably things best not thought about. Our boy is so needy. Nobody gonna fill that void. Bye-bye, Karoline. 

They Are War

We've note that Republicans start wars, as a matter of witness. We have seen, we report. They engage in violence in other ways, the violence of deprivation, for example. Circumstances have nothing to do with it. They exaggerate or invent threats. They are violent people. They are war. 

Saturday, August 15, 2026

The Unforgivable

Democrats, I believe, are on the leading edge of a reckoning. The old guard needs to get out of the way. Let me rephrase. Get the fuck out of the way. If you don't want to be remembered poorly leave entirely or support the hell out of Mamdani and those like him. Don't resist. Resist and you will be remembered as assholes, wimps and dicks. Dicks and limp dicks at the same time, if that's possible. 

The context is this, that we can't go back to normal. Normal is gone. Normal is done. The revolution has happened. I think irreversibly until we have an economic crash or a contagion or unprecedented fires and floods or whatever. Of course there might be a mix. What Republicans have done is unforgivable. For once we can't let them walk. And what are we coughing up? Newsom, no. Just no. 

Buttigieg better, but not for president. We need a warrior. We don't have one. Some Democrat might find his inner asskicker, you never know. It will have to be in response to some level of catastrophe, though, for the ground to be ready. Maybe someone will come out of nowhere. The U.S. has ceased to exist as a nation that fulfills its constitutional responsibilities to itself enough to confer legitimacy. 

We're starting from there. From scratch, in a way. We need to get that through our heads


Friday, August 14, 2026

Does Trump shit in the woods?

No. He shits in his pants.  

Real Butt Flavor

Republicans are particular about some things. Take ass. No artificial ass for them. They want original, unadulterated, gourmet Trump anus. Nothing else will do. 

Barren Trump

Trump is the Wasteland Man.  

Wednesday, August 12, 2026

What to Do If You Smell Gas

If you're around Trump, DO NOTHING. Do not laugh, cringe or smirk. Do not call 911, unless it's for you and what Trump will do to you if you are caught gasping, snickering or appearing offended. The dignity of Trump must not be impinged. He is magnificent. Nothing must be spoken against him, no allusion made to possible faults, or amusement had at assumed indications of confusion or alleged gaffs and improprieties. Whatever he does is great by definition, not omitting offensive smells. Your life might depend on this. 

The Package

I get a kick out of babies and how they are carried around like a sack of potatoes. Trump is nothing if not a huge baby, not to defame babies or impugn their innocence. Apparently Trump loves flying among all the ways his self-importance is ceaselessly massaged so it's great for once his mode of transport or delivery reflected the actual man in his unholy, malignant, me-before-everyone-else narcissism and neediness. 

An inert Trump-in-a-box is wheeled and toted around, capturing the blob in his glorious passivity and dependency. King Fuck-up pretends to be so powerful. Apologies again for associating Trump with babies. I love babies. They deserve better. And the world and humanity deserve better than Trump.

Monday, August 10, 2026

I Love Lucifer

Why don't Republicans just admit it, that they're all satanists? I think it would make them feel good. They're relishing doing all the evil. Think how fantastically powerful and mighty they would feel if they owned it. They could revel in the devilry. 

Bored Games

Republicans were afflicted with ennui. Starved for stimulation, maybe, sensing an end to their carbon blowout, the massive drunkenness of resource subsidies. They stood athwart history and yelled stop. 

That exploitation must go on. The rich must have more, even after fracking. They would find oil somewhere. Elsewhere. Anywhere. TRUMP! Trump will do it. It takes an asshole. And he has. 

Grand theft petroleum.

Fires and floods, fuck that. Or, bring it on. They have bunkers. The Putin Plan, perhaps. Oligarchy and apocalypse. Surplus of people. Thanks, robotics. Thanks, AI. They are expendable. We are expendable.

Sunday, August 9, 2026

America Wants

America wants you tired, it wants you poor, it wants you huddled in masses yearning to breathe free.

Saturday, August 8, 2026

Scalability

I ask myself if a person, a kind of person, is scalable. If they were everyone would the result be livable. If everyone were like them would it work. I don't know how useful this is, clearly the scalability standard can't be the only standard, but I think it counts for something. 

Wednesday, August 5, 2026

Cut Trump a Break

Look at it from Trump's perspective. He got more Americans killed by botching the COVID response than had died in all of America's wars since WWII, by a a lot. Maybe as many as were killed in WWII. 

Just by being a moron and an idiot. Those lost in his stupid Iran war aren't that many by comparison. Republicans reelected him. Getting people killed isn't a problem for them. Why should it be for him? 

The problem isn't Trump. Republicans created this. They could stop it tomorrow.

I Must Be Something Special

Rich techno-geeks get confronted with the conundrum and mystery of their obvious and undeniable superiority as established by their wealth and then, with the kinds of brains the have, analyze how they got there down to the first principle of their indisputable competitive excellence. 

They won. They are winners. But did they get the girl? Hmm. Once you're rich enough you can buy anything. You can buy the girl, but the girl is tainted with insecurity, having been bought. The thing can go several ways from there, probably none of them good but you never know. 

Look for compensation, a sure sign of insecurity. Compensation is trying to get even, to get out of a hole and insecurity is a hole. You suspect you're shit. You decide you're better than everyone else. Being better or worse isn't the problem, comparing yourself is the problem. Don't do it!

You aren't anytime else. There's an obvious limiting-case on the compensation scale, not to be named, but his need for reassurance to the point of adulation and worship is breathtaking, pathetic, and it would produce pity if he weren't fantastically vindictive, a crude form of compensation.

Back to the girl, Cheryl Tiegs was deemed an appropriate geek mate when I first began to observe this. Coming from the other end as a source of insecurity is idealism. The geek brain, gifted at abstraction, reverts to the perfect, platonic ideal of  'girl' or anything else, contributing to insecurity.

Comparison, again. 

We each have our own lives. Don't compare. Live your life, appropriately immersed in the wonder and miracle of creation which some people, again unnamed, appear to want to destroy because it's imperfect, extrapolating from their own imperfection with which they are naggingly familiar. 

No Room for Anyone Else

Republicans are insisting in the most forceful way, as eliminationists, that there's no room for anyone unlike them and they mean business. Call it overshoot, as I think it is. They feel the need to establish their absolute dominance and smash all resistance to the ground. Then, maybe, they'll lighten up and stop killing people for no reason but everything is on the table. 

This is Calvinist and imperial. Calvinist strip the meaning out of life give you back just enough to make it bearable, if you're lucky. Imperialists take all the money and resources by the assumption of arbitrary authority since they, too, are the elect in their own and favored by God. Then they give enough back to you to keep you alive, if you're lucky, in testament to their beneficence. 

Tuesday, August 4, 2026

Way to Go, Democrats

Democrats, different factions, fight for control of their party. Republicans fight for control of the country. Democrats can't decide what they stand for. Republicans are burning everything down. 

Way to go, Democrats. 

As the World Burns

Republicans are fighting Democrats, Democrats are fighting Democrats. Guess who wins. This has been going on for decades. Democrats struggle for perfection, to get it right, a purity project. Republicans are running the county and burning it to the ground. But Democrats will not change. 

Democrats became our puritans. How weird is that. 

No Recognized Grievance Group Left Behind

If you aren't a protected class you don't exist to Democrats. But it worked out. Democrats have been so defeated the whole party has a grievance, being disenfranchised. They've become a grievance group.

Congratulations, you officially count. To yourself. Now what? 

Democrats Didn't Even Try

While Republicans fought to control the country white women fought to control of Democrats. They won, controlling the character and messaging of the party. Democrats are the party of trans rights and abortion. Republicans run Nazis and psychopaths and win. 

Way to go, Democrats. White women have a stranglehold on Democrats, Republicans a stranglehold on the country, and the country is coming unglued. Maybe the world and civilization, Just a thought, Democrats, but maybe should try beating Republicans. 

Too late now. 

Monday, August 3, 2026

The Day the World Shit a Brick

I think we're shitting a brick but I'm not sure. It's weird not to know but living in a world which the United States held together in some respects and watching it fall apart is stunning. Day after day we think we're maxed out and at our wit's end and then it gets worse.

Crack Addicts

Republicans, even the rich ones, can't get their faces out of Trump's ass. We're a really fucked up country. 

Institutionalizing Injustice

The point of the Trump revolution is a handoff. The corruption is different, not the real intent but a related thing. Handing off the bigotry, repression and authoritarian cravings to the government is the goal. The government, instead of guaranteeing a measure of justice, institutionalizes injustice.

Racism is really personally toxic, absolutely corrosive to the human soul. When your psyche can't do without it you hire enforcers. Professionals, basically, the bigot's bureaucracy. You've got the tools of repression and exploitation working for you and you're insulated from that, so you feel fine. 

Church, country club, a little philanthropy, you do all that. No organization is equipped or positioned to enforce brutality and privilege like the government. The government-hating insanity was nonsense. It was injustice they were after. So now they're throwing resources at the government. 

And they're using it against us. That was always the idea. That was the point. 

Our Darkest Hour

Our darkest hour is here, or we're within its margins, and the resistance is rubbish. Democrats are overwhelmed by the spectacle, never having owned their shit before, and far too stupefied to do it now. 

All That Jizz

I want to know what asshole is doing it, goading Trump into an insult or outrage. Some adolescents or arrested individuals must impel it, proposing dick things to do and following up on execution.

Trump comes up with some of it. You can tell. He's tooling around in the limo or being tooled, sees some treasure and needs to fuck with it -- deface it or desecrate it. Own it, in some way, being Trump.

Stamp it with the brand. Maybe he thought up the arch. But a team must be in on so much horror, jizzing and shitting civilization into a sty. All that jizz. Ejaculating on everything, in Jesus' holy name.

This takes a team. Trump wants to live in memory. Hostages, we pay billions, with perks, emoluments and overhead, to destroy our own country. I want names. Photos. Names, for now. Accountability later. 

Sunday, August 2, 2026

We Hold These Truths to Be Expedient

All men are created equal. After that, shit happens. They have the rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. On a good day. But what is happiness? Nobody knows. Choice - freedom - invariably makes some persons followers, cogs in the machine of life. Others are managers or masters. Who's to say. 

Over all is ownership. A person is nothing, uninvested in life, without property. Those with property have a larger stake, naturally, and greater incentive to see the society succeed. Noblesse oblige kicks in, one would hope. Average citizens will be cared for. But it's up to the owners. Their prerogative is absolute.

The rabble can't be running things. Look at where that got us. They chose enslavement. 

The Great Mojo Fiasco of 2026

Trump's mojo is in tatters. He's been running from a reckoning forever. Bullies pick on people who can’t fight back trying to prove their worth to themselves, as it's mirrored back to them. They seek validation in adulation and domination. They use other people. They contribute nothing. Trump's life is spent avoiding knowing his vast inadequacy, the rich boy's dilemma. But it's happening.

The world watches. Trump, meet Herr Donald, courtesy of Iran. Courtesy of a reflecting pool. Courtesy of a botched anniversary bash. Courtesy of measles, explosive diarrhea and such accomplishments. Courtesy of masked thugs reviled on the streets. Enemies emboldened, allies embarrassed. The African death count won’t go away. We will remember. On and on, most of it impending. 

The worst is coming. ICE funding goes through the roof. After the election, by design, Trump will unleash Terror in America, his signature domestic program of reform through violent intimidation. Deficits are coming like never before, huge bankruptcy, Trump's talent and special skill. He's got his war now, on credit. Republicans are leaders and leaders start wars. Way to go, Donald. 

You fucking dumbass. With a 'B.'

Saturday, August 1, 2026

Adaptive Abuse

Head of abuse and chief insult officer Donald Trump leads a movement that's learning just how long you can go on screwing the hell out of people before they revolt. With MAGA it appears forever. And they're learning how to abuse people with maximum impact. MAGA has been enlisted in the project, so the idiots think they're winning. It's the Civil War all over again. 

King of Farts

A person can only shit so much, by physical limitation, however many Big Macs one consumes, special sauce and all. I suspect Trump, in addition to shitting on everything, is farting a lot as a force multiplier, perhaps with a silencer. This supposition rests on the reactions of people around him. The looks. 

We can't rule out moral compunction. There might be deeply buried, vestigial consciences still existing in Trump's orbit. Eradicating someone's humanity, clearly Trump's only talent and gift, is difficult. I detect strugglingly suppressed and emerging grimaces and indications of disgust in those around Trump. 

The theory is subject to verification. Volunteers? 

Friday, July 31, 2026

Beyond the Paywall

Where your government resides ...

The Trump Trajectory

This is the Trump trajectory. He fucks everything up beyond belief, gets scared as shit and attacks. Huge losses. Who will bear them? To a greater degree than ever, because of his position, anybody but Trump. 

High Plains Grifter

Trump rides into town. He's an outsider, rough around the edges, but he'll straighten everything out. He'll eliminate all the decency with corruption. Wasn't that what you wanted? 

Trump Bites

Trump was never domesticated. Dogs that bite are trained out of it or put down. Trump needed to be trained or kenneled. He's feral. Too late now. 

No One Is Safe

In the intimidation game, go big and go arbitrary. Attack someone prominent. Attack someone random, ideally innocuous. The message is, no one is safe.

Republicans on the Attack

Fucking people up isn't enough. You have to be seen fucking people up, as exaggeratedly as possible. Be a misanthropist they name something after. An airport? The Rand Paul Memorial Burial Mound, maybe. He'll steal an Indian one.

Perhaps occupy it, eventually. Why wait?

Be epochal. Momentous. Apparently Homeric, to be timely. Good has been done. Behaving is bathetic. Building is boring. Rationality isn't creative. It's all been done. Devastation is cool. The world is built out. Blow it up. Be the blitz.

Make a name for yourself. Blow it all up. 

Live Raid

Republican plundering emergency status notification. Looting is reaching a crisis level. Take cover. 

Thursday, July 30, 2026

Nice Work but You Can't Get It

I want one of those Republican jobs. You get paid like crazy but you don't do shit. Or, you do do shit. They shit on everything and get paid for it. You have to pledge allegiance to Trump. I'm not going to do that. 

Don't Fence Me In

The freedom crowd wants to corral everything. They have boundary issues. Not that they don't have them, but the foundations are weak. 'Build the wall.' Their freedom is fragile so they demand certainty. 

No ambiguity. Everything is defined, fixed, immutable.

Existential certainty, in the limiting case. They are saved. They are going to heaven. They are patriots. Their worldview is right. See, it's the only one out there. They banned all the others. 

Wiped them out. What do we actually know? 

One real certainly, diversity is stability. They want a weed-free lawn of white men, the most unstable thing imaginable, requiring enormous energy subsidies to create and maintain. Hence the oil.

Apart from fencing everything they want oil. Which means excursions, to go get it. Plunder. They're actively doing this. Boundaries for me, not for thee. Also they want to corral meaning. 

To define reality, which they're scared of.

They're scared of the reality of themselves and their own weakness, mortality and imperfection. They can't see they're afraid of themselves, which they can't escape, so they go after everyone else. 
 
With bombs strapped to their asses. They are the apocalypse.

The forces of compulsion, the opposite of freedom.

Trump Baggage Bombs Iran

Trump is unloading his baggage on Iran ending up with more. I told him it wouldn't work. Call it the baggage paradox. Try to unload it and you end up with more. 

Trump doesn't understand. Psychological baggage piles up when you don't deal with it yourself. Trump is sitting on a mountain of it now.

Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Try This

Assume everything Republicans say is a lie and that everything they claimed to stand for going back decades was a lie. Voilà, the whole mess magically makes sense. All of it was always a fucking lie. 

The Hidden Truth: Outsider Identification on the Right

Conservatives FEEL themselves to be outsiders storming the gates of the deep state and attacking the inefficiencies Democrats created with their abuse of the public trust. They're wasting your money all over, Republicans say. 

Which I dispute in comparison with the unparalleled profligacy of Trump's administration. The reality underlying the outsider identification of Republicans is they never accepted the legal framework of the country to start.

Fair enough. Change it constitutionally.

The hidden truth is they never accepted the state's validity but were working for factional and partisan interests, firstly for the rights of rich people and fuck everyone else. They are monarchists. Kleptocrats. Oligarchs. Flirty Fascists.

And other things. But they aren't patriotic. 

I don't judge them, they judged themselves. Where do they get off saying rich people are treated unfairly? It's a scam. A scam masking the intention to overthrow the state and reinvent the country as a rich man's playground. 

They ARE outsiders, because they are culture-war combatants. 

January 6 wasn't a one-off. It was war against the state.

Which the Republican Party endorsed and officially signed up for. 

Making them enemies of the country they pretend to support. 

Game of Thrones

Trump's latest executive order 'Protecting the American Mind' corrects history and protects all citizens from the horrors of the truth. Why dwell on that shit? Trump is the shepherd and we are the sheep. Let him lead. Americans must not feel bad or suffer shame and anxiety, let alone over woke ideology and DEI and bad weather and the devastating knowledge that fossils fuels will run out one day and the rich people will have to kill millions of us to live the way they want and deserve. 

Also, Trump won every election and is incapable of losing. When he ascends into heaven he will win there and be further privileged and recognized by Jesus and God as the most holy and best person ever created and a fellow God. He will sit at the right hand in a golden throne at least as nice as Jesus's or God's he never quite understood that triune shit. Everything is gold. Surely Trump's throne will be nicer and bigger. I mean, who is this Jesus and who is he to hold a candle to Trump?

He got hung on a fucking cross. Trump, the great glory-basker, likes people who didn't die on a cross. Twelve apostles? What kind of a posse is that? Trump was president of the most powerful country ever. Heaven is kind of vacant, apart from those thrones. Have they not seen the White House? What splendor! Getting back to the thrones, Trump's must be bigger or he will bomb Iran. And why more than one? Since when? There will be one throne in heaven and Trump will be on it. 

This is a digression from 'history' but an important and natural one. We must think ahead to a time after the Ascension, when Trump goes to see Lindsey who was, he wants it noted, his underling. Everyone was his underling. Did they see his jets? Huge! And not one but two! Can heaven really contain Trump's magnificence? We must consider it so we can prepare for the Ascension. Roman emperors became Gods. The Supreme Court has declared precedent, I'm told, in anticipation. 

The throne thing. There will be one and Donald on it. He will make a deal. Eradicate Sharia Law, whatever makes God happy. Are there tariffs in heaven? These questions will be addressed for a smooth transition. Honestly, it's a takeover or buyout. In a pinch Trump will resort to blackmail. Blow up the earth with all those little people God supposedly loves if God doesn't accede. What is it about little people and that shit? They are nothing. Things will be different when Trump is God.