Stuff

Songs stuck in my head this morning:

Soft Cell’s Tainted Love
Golden Earring’s Radar Love
Tell Me Something Good by Chaka Khan and Rufus
The Animals - We Gotta Get Out Of This Place h

On top of that, I have bits of Fela Kuti’s compilation album Black President running through my rattled bean, If you’ve never listened to his strong horn heavy mix of jazz, funk, Ghanaian highlife, psychedelic rock and trad West African chants and rhythms, DO IT NOW!

"They cannot kill me, because my name is Anikulapo," he says in Music Is the Weapon – an adopted middle name meaning, roughly, "he who carries death in his pouch.” (source)

Yeah, my head? It’s a busy up there this morning. Also, I’m having a slight case of schadenfreude with extra cream and a cherry on top attack.

Following her “American patriots” tweet, Ivanka Trump and Jared Kushner “need not apply” to the upscale Indian Creek Country Club near their $30 million plot of land on the exclusive Florida island nicknamed “The Billionaire’s Bunker.”
The island community — one of the wealthiest in the US — has just 29 residences…

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A local source sniped, “You have to be nominated and make a formal application. But it only takes one member to object against any new member, and many members are objecting, particularly after the events at the Capitol on Jan. 6.

“Jared and Ivanka can lunch with their fellow ‘patriots’ at Mar-a-Lago.

“The Indian Creek Country Club members are very picky and the word is that Jarvanka need not apply.” (source)

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

On that note, I’m done. I’m totally, truly finito with the cray-cray, hate mongering, grifting idiots on the right. You know, the Sedition 147.

While it’s very important to know their names, crimes and the particular form of fascist lying-ass batshiitery they spew, I’m NOT giving them the air or sunbeams they crave. Sure I’ll, on occasion, mock but not incessantly. See light and oxygen denial above. NO free press outta me, mes amis.

When election time rolls around, I’ll speak of their failures to serve constituents. I’ll highlight the hell outta whoever’s running against these whack-a-loons That’s it though. NO FREE PRESS – that’s how we ended up with the carnival barking Tangerine Treasonweasel.

AAAAAND finally – I believe Imma spend another day in bed. While I’m feeling better since the seizure, the new, extra meds have upped my radical tippiness and fogbound lethargy quotients. Possibly, I’ll adjust in a few days? I hope, the fuck, so!