Trump, styled another decider, is of course a prop. Bush but worse. Trump surrounded himself with troll punks. He's channeling their rubbish. He's being played and we're being played by the worst assholes imaginable who goad him into horrible shit and undertake it as his agents. Capos, they're called. Goons, really. Donald's the don. It's an emergency and a catastrophe. It must be stopped.
Thursday, September 17, 2026
Bankruptcy for Billionaires
Not bankrupting billionaires, of course, who are sacred, holy and chosen by God, but bankrupting the country for billionaires. So they can have more. Only their lives count. Does this make them happy?
No. We are a social species. That kind of wealth is isolating. Further accumulation is a compulsion. They can't stop. What would they do, give it away? That would be human. Out of the question.
Wednesday, September 16, 2026
Rituals of Annihilation
I stick with clips of the cultural carnage, with subtitles hoping it won't haunt me later. It isn't working. The Trump shit is ritual. Kash says what? It penetrates your brain, gets burned into the circuits and becomes embedded, the way they want to embed authority, privilege and racism everywhere.
This stuff is damaging. In a better situation it could be left to pros, priests or PhDs, maybe, who would interpret it for us. Counsel us, perhaps, so that we could react appropriately or protect ourselves. But I think we've been co-opted, adding energy to the madness. Sometimes I think we should roll over.
Let the world see what they stand for with no one else to blame, not that they wouldn't try and the acolytes would buy it anyway by the nature of ritual. They're wired for it. What I'm experiencing isn't healthy and I don't know what to do. The madness is overwhelming, a form of human sacrifice.
Tuesday, September 15, 2026
A Soul Walks into a Bar
The bar is full of souls but they're stuck in bodies. 'Stuck' isn't fair. They're just there. Bodies are neutral. Cool in their way, though a pain at times.
Souls can communicate independently of bodies. It happens. This soul sees the other souls in their bodies and the suffering and joy and their capacities.
Their potentials.
Are there evil souls? The soul reflects. No, but there are injured souls. Souls that are irreparably hurt. Some are in the bar, self-medicating, as they say.
Republican Hive Mind
Republicans have a hive mind. Save the colony. Save the queen. The queen is the propagator. Trump is the queen. Trump is a queen who propagates hate.
Cistemic Abuse
They started it. The schoolyard standard isn't invalid. Attackers should answer for their aggression. They draw lines. They create division. They sow discord and implant fear.
Not that they know they're doing it. What does it look like if nobody fires the first shot? I would like to find out. Somebody has to break the cycle. We're in the middle of an attack.
Helmets on. Flak jackets for now. We await the opportunity. To give peace a chance.
Monday, September 14, 2026
Mitch ex machina
Mitch is back. The treasonous piece of garbage is back. Someone somewhere must be pleased.
Be Evil
On examination and analysis of the Trump administration I've discovered the element that unifies and describes their endeavors to be doing evil. Given a choice they'll take the greater of two evils. They go out of their way to do evil. They think it up. They enjoy doing evil. It pleasures them to do evil. They're in the business of doing evil and they make money at it. Associates are fired for not doing enough evil or being incompetent or inefficient at it. Maybe they have secret awards and honors for doing evil, or informal street cred and respect for those that excel at it, like Miller and Vought.
Institutions for the Feeble-Minded
In the Republican spirit of eschewing euphemism and embracing the competitive and violent nature of life I suggest we prepare to incarcerate their entire movement and asses in the prisons they've thoughtfully provided and are using for immigrants. Famously they act from the gut. They've unwittingly created the prisons for themselves in an unintended self-own. I think we should trust them and honor their insight since they know themselves better than anyone, if in a way involving compulsive compartmentalization and denial. We need to respect what they're telling us about themselves and exhibiting in proof of it every day.
Projecting Animals and the Fall of Man: Influencers at the Apocalypse
People project their humanity everywhere and into everything. What happens when they project their inhumanity? Or, worse yet, when the projecting agent is so inhumane it reverberates around in the system at the expense of the humanity? Then that agent in an act of folly is delegated supreme power.
By people who take life itself for granted and hate it. Via projection, they hate all of creation.
Some wise asses go experimental on this. They want to play footsie with the apocalypse and tempt fate to see if they get their leg bitten off or are consumed. Let 's say we're living that. What's the benefit of trying to figure it out so you have followers or can wrtte a book about it and make some money?
When there isn't going to be a fucking thing left. Is it just me or would you act and try to stop it?
Sunday, September 13, 2026
Harp at Heart
I wonder how Natalie Harp follows Trump around in such intimacy while he does so much vile stuff. He's incredibly evil. We might just say sick. Smilingly, she apparently and by all reports participates in Trump's torrents of lies and hate and goes along like some soulless zombie.
The proximity is what gets me.
The lack of remove. She's shoveling corpses into the ovens with the moral sense of a rock and with an inanimate impersonality, dead in a way. Yet she dresses up and smiles that dissociative smile and goes about it every day. With 9/11 I recalled this and where she came from.
Where they all come from, the whole movement.
Saturday, September 12, 2026
Prime Piece of Shit
Ken Paxton is a prime piece of shit. Grade A and select. Aged and fortified. Republicans love him more for it. Paxton is wonderfully, fantastically awe-inspiringly corrupt and awful. So, my God, they love him.
Rescue Me
I can foresee a day when Americans will pray for another country to invade us. To save us from Republicans. To save us from the racist monsters of the Confederacy.
Ignore the Man in the Diaper
If Trump was ever the point he isn't anymore. Ignore the man in the diaper. He's a stooge, a stand-in and a tool. Other forces are at work.
Living in the CSA
The Republican Party is waging war against the United States on behalf of the Confederacy. And they're winning. They'd rather see the place burned to the ground than fail.
Be Relieved of the Burden of Your Humanity
Some say the rich but I say evangelicals are responsible for America's fall. We were a democracy. The rich always wanted more. Somebody had to give it to them.
Impatient to see Jesus, evanglicals were disgusted with their humanity. So they're shedding it ahead of time. They're so disgusted they insist we join them.
They don't see their spirit or soul is tied to their incarnate form, at least for now. Jesus didn't became human for nothing. Evangelicals lost it all, soul and humanity.
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