Gone Too Soon

As you’ve probably already heard, Rupert Giles, Buffy’s Watcher, her mentor, her father figure, has died. Okay, it was the amazing actor Anthony Head who played Giles who died. He was only 72 – just a handful of years older than yurs truly.

Jesus Vampire Christ, I’m bummed.

Giles had some of the best lines on Buffy. Granted, that’s the writers but his desiccated, wry, yet still, somehow, warm delivery was absofucking brilliant. Of all the actors on the show, Giles was the most fully realized – he was seamless. Spike was a close second.

Below are some of his witty, pithy lines – all delivered with that wonderful, tone. If you’re unfamiliar with Buffy the Vampire Slayer (What? Have you been living under a rock?) or weren’t a fan (? HOW can this be? Next you’ll be telling me you don’t like ice cream!!!) this’ll be a bit inside baseball-ish. You can however find the show on something called Hulu – go binge.

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Buffy: Does it ever get easy? [she asks after killing a newly risen vampire]

Giles: You mean life?

Buffy: Yeah. Does it get easy?

Giles: What do you want me to say?

Buffy: Lie to me.

Giles: Yes, it’s terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.

Buffy: Liar.

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Giles: Don’t taunt the fear demon.

Xander: Why? Can it hurt me?

Giles: No, it’s just…tacky.

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I just think it’s rather odd that a nation that prides itself on its virility should feel compelled to strap on forty pounds of protective gear just in order to play rugby.

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I watched Passions (a Twin Peaks by way of All My Children daytime soap) with Spike. Let us never speak of it.

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You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.

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Forgiveness is an act of compassion, Buffy. It’s not done because people deserve it, but because they need it.

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Giles on playing D&D: I used to be a highly respected watcher, now I’m a wounded dwarf with the mystical strength of a doily.

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Books smell. Musty and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer, it has no texture, no context. It’s there and then it’s gone. If it’s to last, then the getting of knowledge should be tangible, it should be...smelly.

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When Buffy was trying out for the cheerleading squad:
You have a sacred birthright, Buffy. You were chosen to destroy vampires, not to ... wave pompoms at people. And as the Watcher I forbid it.

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We listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance.

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Xander: Am I right, Giles?

Giles: Almost certainly not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

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Xander: Here's your coffee. Brewed from the finest Colombian lighter fluid.

Giles: Thank you. [takes a sip]

Giles: Horrible. [takes another sip]

Xander: Aren't you supposed to be drinking tea, anyway?

Giles: Tea is soothing. I wish to be tense.

Xander: Okay, but you're destroying a perfectly good cultural stereotype here.

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On driving an automatic: I loathe just sitting here, not contributing.

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Buffy: We don’t say ‘Indian’.

Giles: Oh, oh, right! Yes, yes. Um, always behind on the terms. Still trying not to refer to you lot as ‘bloody colonials’.

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But that's the thrill of living on the Hellmouth! There's a veritable cornucopia of fiends and devils and ghouls to engage. (pause) Pardon me for finding the glass half full.

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Alright, I'll just jump in my time machine, go back to the twelfth century and ask the vampires to postpone their ancient prophecy for a few days while you take in dinner and a show. (To Buffy who wanted to go out on a date instead of slay vampires) 

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Testosterone is a great equalizer, it turns all men into morons.

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James Marsters (Spike):

“There’s a hole in the World. Anthony Head has passed on from us. He was an unflaggingly kind and steady presence on the set of Buffy, and the best actor in the cast. He was the best of us. I was lucky to have known, and learned from him. He left the world a better place for his presence. Thank you Tony for all you gave.” (source) 

Behind Blue Eyes – Anthony Stewart Head 

Fatigued?

I’m tired. No, that’s not quite it. I’m weary. Maybe flat out exhausted best describes it? It’s the nonstop evil from this administration and the entire soulless, spineless, ethically putrefied, greedheaded, morally bankrupt Republican Party. Add in the complacent and, often enough, confederate media. Then there’s all the absolute, mind-bendingly astounding stupidity. 

This clown orgy of diarrhea beset half sentient turnips couldn’t manage the job of governing even with a complete set of the best books on political history, access to the sharpest advisors, 100 years of apprenticeship with Abe Lincoln, JFK and Obama, and three fast espressos from Sant' Eustachio Caffè in Rome.

Watching Republicans in control of all three branches of our degenerate, corrupted government is like watching drunk frat boys, after a massive kegger, driving a school bus full of sweet kindergartners through the Rockies. Roads are thin, guardrails are weak, the drop-off is lethally steep, and the frat rats are blotto. Buy your tiny caskets now before the rush!

Maybe it’s time to take a few days off from the news. Ya know, read murder mysteries and watch horror movies. Something comparatively calming and restorative.

Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be: 
That I am weary of words and people, 
Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second April

The bags under your eyes? That’s the luggage you took, on a trip straight to hell that you didn’t even book.
~ Lokesh Tuli, Notes From Exile: The “Manual for the Broken”

...because I want to see the last one fall. I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves.
~ O. Henry, The Last Leaf

Hope was a thing you lost when simply trying to imagine better days became so exhausting, overwhelming, and depressing a task, that one opted for despair out of sheer weariness. Giving up brought a kind of peace. 
~ Sunyi Dean, The Book Eaters

Lunatics All Around

Trump plans to install his personal defense lawyer, Todd Blanche (not to be confused with Blanche Devereaux), as the head of what we’re laughingly still calling the “Justice” Department. The office should really be renamed, at least while the tantrum toddler is still in office, the “Vengeance and Retaliation” Department.

As deputy AG, he oversaw the removal of more than 200 career DOJ officials connected to prior investigations into the president and orchestrated the dismissal of corruption charges against scandal-plagued former New York Mayor Eric Adams, a move that briefly earned Adams’ support for Trump last year.

He also obtained controversial testimony from convicted Epstein associate Ghislaine Maxwell last summer, denying she’d ever seen Trump do anything “inappropriate” during his friendship with the late pedophile and sex trafficker. Trump remained under intense scrutiny over that relationship at the time. (source) 

Since becoming acting attorney general, Blanche has tried to bring Bleach Bondi’s failed witch-hunt of New York Attorney General Letitia James back from the dead. That AND he went after James Comey for posting an Instagram pic of decoratively arranged seashells. What an absolute FINE use of taxpayer buckos, eh?!

Blanche was the Pedo soldier who led the charge to establish a $1.776 BILLION “anti-weaponization” slush fund. This, an obvious and balls out, pay-off to his allies, his faithful criminal fanbois and a big fuck you to to sane Americans. It was a screamingly, in-your-face, naked cash grab and is now partially, though not completely, dead.

The part where taxpayer buckos gets funneled to  to Jan. 6 insurrectionists and treasonous Trump allies, with no legal basis and no congressional authorization? Yeah, that’s the dead part.

Buried in a separate addendum, posted quietly the day after the original announcement, was a provision permanently shielding President Trump, his sons and the Trump Organization from IRS audit and enforcement on all previously filed tax returns. That part stands. (source)

Of course it does.

When asked if the slush fund was dead Pedo replied “I’d have to ask the lawyers. I don’t know.” Yeah, there’s a president who’s totally in tip top shape! Now, ask him to point out which picture is the giraffe and which one is the elephant, k?

The fact that he doesn’t know what’s what with his own precious “Truth and Justice Commission” is a testament to his rapidly declining mental state. Not that he was ever too bright or stable BUT he has been a successful criminal. Those days are fading.

The elderly orange pedophile, who’s an absolute news cycle/media whore, wasn’t seen on camera for eight straight days?  Doesn’t that pique your interest – I know mine’s certainly piqued. This media disappearance happened just a day after his fourth medical exam since retaking the White House 16 months and 2 weeks ago. Following the visit he, as usual, lied saying, “Everything checked out PERFECTLY.” Sure dude. 🙄

I have a thought here…

As you’ve undoubtedly noticed, the elderly, dementia riddled, malignant narcissist has run into some seriously spectacular fails lately. 

There’s the:

• HUGE failed war on Iran and his buddy Bibi totally fucking him over in his efforts to quit while simultaneously claiming he won.
• Related – nationally, gas is averaging $4.30 per gallon just as summer vacation season is beginning. Gonna be a lot of disappointed families across the country and, yeah, they’re blaming Pedo. He says he doesn’t care. He doesn't care about you or me but he does care that he looks very bad.
• Pedo’s Epstein Ballroom plan isn’t dead yet BUT it’s facing big ass legal challenges and loss of federal funding.
• No reputable musicians want to play at Trumpfest. Embarrassing.
• UFC fighters are pulling out of Pedo’s WhiteHouseTrash-a-thon. Embarrassing with a Vengeance

Those are only a few of his recent, humiliating failures.

These have triggered an accelerated breakdown in Pedo’s already radically shaky hold on basic adult functioning. In the middle of the night, with the assistance of his most worshipful, lunatic disciple, Natalie Harp he applies the salve of unchallenged rage-Tweets and preening I-am-god-Tweets. 

The shit they post is totally mental. Of course it is. If Pedo and his little Ivanka knock off weren’t white and wealthy, they’d be wearing matching straitjackets and doing time on Bellevue’s psych ward.

And then there’s this:

The issue that we are raising is not whether Trump is mentally ill. It is whether he is dangerous. Dangerousness is not a psychiatric diagnosis. One does not have to be 'mentally ill,' as both law and psychiatry define it, in order to be dangerous.
~ Dr. Bandy X. Lee, forensic and social psychiatrist, violence expert, president of the World Mental Health Coalition 

Spinoza’s God

Samuel Hirszenberg, Excommunicated Spinoza

I woke up today wondering if the psychological connection between religion and mental illness has been studied. Of course it has. 

I just did a quick google – it’s been looked at a LOT. 

The connection, the relationship between religion and craziness is deep and messy deserving much exploration.

Current high levels of religious psychosis in this country are disturbing to say the least. Maybe the US has always been this way. After all, the Puritans came to Massachusetts in 1629 after getting kicked out of England. They were booted for trying to impose their beliefs on the Church of England. Totally bright move, eh?

The Puritans were hardly a stable, love-thy-neighbor lot. Well, only if their neighbors were clones of themselves. Our uptight friends were in search of a place they would have freedom to worship as they wished but that freedom was only meant for themselves. YOUR beliefs and ideas, if in any way different, were considered abject heresy. Puritans feuded with Catholics, Quakers, and other Protestants. Roger Williams was ixnayed, moved south and formed the Providence Plantations, which became the colony of Rhode Island. It was set up for “liberty of conscience” – ironically, religious freedom. Freedom from the religious freedom colony.

Barend Graat, Probable portrait of Spinoza

The Puritans – do they sound like any current assholes we might know, hmmmmmm? You know, like the white Evangelicals AKA white Christian nationalists who fill the ranks of the Republican party? Think Rapey Pete Kegseth, Holy Mike Johnson, head of the White House “Faith Office” Paula White, and Stephen Miller (though Jewish he def falls into this camp) to name just a few.

It’s difficult, for me anyway, to keep in mind that NOT ALL Christians are tiny brained, close-minded, hate mongering ambulating stacks of doberman diarrhea.

Einstein, you remember him, right? He favored the Dutch philosopher Baruch Spinoza’s take on god and religion. 

"I believe in Spinoza's God, who reveals himself in the orderly harmony of what exists, not in a God who concerns himself with the fates and actions of human beings."

Spinoza argued that whatever exists is in God. The divine being is not some distant force, but all around us. Nothing in nature is separate from Him: not people, animals or inanimate objects. Today, the view that God is synonymous with nature is called “pantheism,” and this term is often retrospectively applied to Spinoza. (source) 

Statue of Spinoza by Nicolas Dings

Pantheism

• a doctrine that equates god with the forces and laws of the universe. 
• the doctrine that the universe conceived of as a whole is God and, conversely, that there is no God but the combined substance, forces, and laws that are manifested in the existing universe. 
• the belief that God and nature are inextricably entwined. 

This is, more or less/close enough, a reasonable summation or approximate illumination of my take on the whole god business.

Some featherbrains used to believe that smoking the Devil’s lettuce led to shooting smack. Apparently, similar mini-minds jumped to the sure, firm “knowledge” that Spinoza leads to Nietzsche. Pantheism leads to atheism. 🙄 

The anthropomorphic version of God condemned by Spinoza paved the way for the remote God of later centuries, who sat apart from the universe and, having created it, left it to unfold autonomously, according to mechanical laws. From this “thin” conception of the deity it was a short logical step to Friedrich Nietzsche reading Him the last rites. (source) 

Spare me and also, who cares! We're, at best, briefly lived fireflies in this big fat universe. We're born. We're here to enjoy the hell out of life, do some good, and then we die. Dat's it. 

According to a recent Gallop poll the percentage of US Americans who say religion is “very important” in their lives has leveled off at just under 50%. The most significant drop, since 1948, was in Protestants. People identifying as Catholic or “other” remained the same, more or less. Folks who claimed “none” (i.e., no religious affiliation) rose from 2% to 24%. Given all the god salesweasels, Jesus botherers, and religious scamsters, this comes as no fucking surprise.

Yes, I’m starting today on the DEEP side of the old brain. 

The mind of God is all the mentality that is scattered over space and time, the diffused consciousness that animates the world. 
~ Spinoza

FACTS!

Platypuses sweat milk. Okay, not really. Also, this is kind of icky.

They secrete milk from specialised mammary glands, just like humans and other mammals. But platypuses don’t have teats, so the milk just oozes from the surface of their skin. This makes it look like sweat, but in fact platypuses are aquatic and don’t produce regular sweat at all. (source) 

Pumpkins are a type of berry – a wickedly GINORMOUS berry. 

Stingrays (the fish, not the cars) give birth to live bébés. They keep their eggs inside their bodies until they hatch, then give birth to fully formed bébé rays. 

A dead or dying stingray can give birth to a live pup. Pregnant stingrays can go into an involuntary, stress-induced premature labor as a final, desperate survival reflex to save the bairn. Mother nature is a rager!

Before crowbars were invented, crows would drink at home, alone. Sad.

Notre Dame Cathedral is older than Machu Picchu. Construction on Notre Dame, the Gothic cathedral in Paris, began in 1163 and was pretty much done by 1260. Machu Picchu, the Incan fortress in Peru was built around 1420 to 1450. My mind…it's blown

Liza Minnelli was Judy Garland’s daughter. Judy Garland was Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. Liza was, at one time, married to Jack Haley Jr. whose father, Jack Haley Sr., played the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz. 

Wombats are the only known animals that produce cube-shaped poop. Wombats are, like me, pretty antisocial but have communal latrines (I, by the way, don't use a communal latrine unless the bathroom I share with Ten counts?). Wombat communal cans are generally rocks or logs. Their cube-shaped poops are wicked practical as they don’t roll off and away. 

WHY is this good? You know how dogs, when they’re out for walkies, sniff every tree, bush and what-have-you they pass? They’re reading the local news – getting the latest gossip. Same with wombats.

If humans had wings that enabled them/us to fly, how big would they need to be? It would, of course, depend on a person’s size. Ty Hedrick, a professor of biology at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill says that someone who's about 155 pounds and at least 5 feet tall would need a wingspan of about 20 feet.

Hedrick arrived at this figure using an equation developed by Robert Nudds, a senior lecturer in biological sciences at the University of Manchester. Nudds described this equation in a 2007 paper published in the Journal of Avian Biology, in which he describes the scaling of bird wing parameters with respect to body mass. (source) 

More on this at the link. 

Flying would be way cool but, frankly, heights scare me and I’d just be thrilled to itty bitty bits if I could walk easily and without assistance again.

The Stegosaurus and Tyrannosaurus Rex existed further apart in time (~90 million years) than the T Rex and the iPad (~66 million years).

Our old buddy the Stegosaurus roamed the Earth during the late Jurassic period, between 156 and 144 million years ago. Tyrannosaurus rex hung out during the late Cretaceous period, about 67–65 million years ago. The two did NOT cross paths.

 Evolutionarily speaking, the Y-chromosome is a mutated X-chromosome.

While the Y chromosome is indeed a heavily mutated and degenerated descendant of the X, geneticists usually describe it as a divergent evolutionary branch rather than a mutation of the female blueprint itself. Both male and female sexes originally diverged from a common, unisex ancestor. (source) 

So, men are actually mutant women. How da ya like that! NATURALLY this goes a long way towards supporting my supposition that the Bible, the whole Adam and Eve myth, was written by a desperately insecure man.

I KNEW IT!!!

Cancelled

Tantrum toddler Prez Pedo has called for the cancellation of the Freedom 250 concert series because, waddya know, no one wants to be associated with him. He wants to switch things up. Instead of a music fest with past-their-prime performers (who’ve turned down a much needed paycheck because EWWWWW, Trump and Trump = what's-left-of-their-career suicide), Pedo wants to make it into one of his campaign rallies.

Yeah, THERE’S a great idea. Anyone recall his incredibly shrinking crowd sizes? The wide blocks of empty bleachers? The photoshopped crowd shots? The Craigslist ads for seat-fillers? All those people leaving after an hour of his bizarre, incoherent ramblings, incessant self-pitying whining, and bellyaching?

….it’s also becoming increasingly common as observers at Trump’s rallies have noted both empty seats and people departing early, often while he’s carrying on about sharks, windmills and Hannibal Lecter. (source) 

Will Pedo’s dwindling cult show up in DC to watch the crazy old man shit his pants and yell at clouds for two hours? Do they want to watch him do the double jerk-off dance to a recording of YMCA again? I mean, if you’ve seen it once…

How ‘bout that Kennedy Center business? He closed it down for two years supposedly for renovations but, seriously, we all know it was because nobody wanted to be featured there after he forced himself on the joint and plastered his name above JFK’s. Pedo gleefully, dictatorially desecrated a memorial to an enormously well respected president who was murdered while in office and then had a hissy fit when there was pushback.

Those “two years” (no doubt similar to his “two weeks”) the Center would be shut down? That was entirely about ducking the embarrassing reality of not being able to get anyone worthwhile to perform there. The Kennedy Center had to be shuttered until he was out of office. Any renovations that might have been done would have been a total scam. He would’ve been funneling payments into his own pockets the whole time.

Which makes me wonder, how much in kickbacks is he making off the reflecting pool repair and paint desecration job? And how much did he make when he turned the Rose Garden into a third-rate mall food court?

Oh and that birthday cage fight he’s having for himself on the South Lawn, I understand that some of the UFC fighters are starting to back out. 

Sean Strickland declined, saying: 

“So, if there was some kind of inclusion for fans, it’d be more … but like, just to go hang out with the f—ing Epstein list? I’m good, dog. I’m good, dude.”

Brandon Royval: 

"I don’t give a f--- about any of our political figures right now, and it's like to fight in front of them seems like some f---ing ‘Hunger Games’ type of f---ing s---. I don’t give a f--- to fight in front of some f---ing billionaires and rich people that could give a s--- less about me."

Tom Aspinwal puts it straight up and diplomatically: 

"Mate, it’s just boring. So boring. I don’t even have a comment."

Maybe Pedo could just have some of his loyal lapdogs get in the cage instead? I mean, I think the Valhalla household would def consider Pay Per View access for the following bouts:

• JDouche Vance vs the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Couches 
• Lindsey Graham vs Lindsey Graham
• Stephen Nosferatu Miller vs a vial of holy water and a clove of garlic
• Moses Johnson vs Holy Mike Pence (WHICH spineless jellyfish will TRIUMPH?!)
• Kegseth vs a bottle of Stoli
• Cruella De Noem vs a pack of wirehaired pointer puppies bent on revenge
• Former AG Bleach Blondi vs Special Counsel Jack Smith (It’ll be a fucking surgical blood bath!)
• Former Intelligence Secretary Tulsi Gabbard vs Kamala Harris (surgical blood bath chapter II) 
• Education Secretary Linda McMahon and pro-wrestling exec vs an elderly sloth (this will be a spelling contest and my money’s on the sloth.)
• MarkWayneJimBobFloydCleetus Mullin vs a broken rake
• RFK Jr. vs a rampaging horde of torch wielding, insanely angry pork tapeworms, hellbent on payback for his unlawful imprisonment of their larvae in his diseased, filthy brain.
• And finally, we'll bring Jeff Epstein back from the dead so he can go up against every woman that he trafficked, raped, molested, said a mean word to or looked at funny when they were helpless girls, AND their lawyers. He will be alone, unrepresented.

I'm just asking but, gee willikers folks, didn’t Pedo win EVERY swing state? Shouldn’t he be a little bit popular? I mean, is it normal for a country’s leader to be so desperately hated? Do 70% of Israelis hate Netanyahu? Do the vast majority of Russians despise Putin? Is Kim Jong-un unpopular in North Korea? Can we trust popularity polls in a dictatorship? 

Inquiring mind here and shit.

At this point, if Pedo really wants live music at his humiliating ME Fest, he’s gonna have to go with his faithful, elderly Z-listers, “Kid” Rock and The Nuge (if he’s still alive) and then maybe even actually pay them.

I AM Crabby Appleton

This morning I woke with the villain Crabby Appleton in my head. Why?

Crabby was the main nemesis of gee-whiz boy hero Tom Terrific. His eponymous show was played on Captain Kangaroo. Tom Terrific wasn’t a great cartoon. I remember, even as a kid, being wholly unimpressed with the animation and story lines. I mean, I had some fucking standards! Tom was some lame blonde kid with a dopey canine sidekick, Manfred the Wonder Dog. I did not see the “wonder” aspect. More like "I wonder WHAT."

Other than Crabby Appleton, my only other memory from the Captain Kangaroo show – which ran from 1955 to 1984 – is ping ping balls surreally flooding down from the ceiling. Punch line to a joke, I guess.

I was used to watching ‘50s era Bugs Bunny and Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons. Tom Terrific was some seriously weak sauce. 

Crabby Appleton, by the by, was also short-lived Los Angeles rock/pop band in the early ‘70s. Sadly, I've no memory of them.

Another little factoid, I don’t know if you recall the rumor, the urban legend that Mr. Green Jeans, of Cap Kangaroo fame, was a heroin addict. I remember hearing this during my everything-adults-told-us-were-fairy-tales-and-lies period (which I've, maybe, never come out of) and just shrugged my shoulders, thinking “of course.” After much googling, I haven’t found any back up for this salacious bit of gossip.

Anyway, the actor, Hugh Brannum, who played Mr. Green Jeans had been a jazz musician, playing bass with Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians before joining up with the Captain.

Related, I always envied my little sister. Children’s television got WAY better, far less stupid between the late ‘50s and late ‘60s. I mean, she got Sesame Street, Electric Company, and Zoom instead of fucking Romper Room, Howdy Doody, and Captain Kangaroo.

Just so’s ya know, Crabby Appleton probably, though it can’t be absolutely, unshakably proven, had nothing to do with the meteor that exploded off the coast of my fine state of Massachusetts yesterday at precisely 2:11 p.m. FYI, Jen, Ten, Oni, and I live right on the damn coast. 

Naturally, I didn’t hear it (deaf, don’cha know) and, though I’ve seen reports that folks felt their houses shake, Ten and I didn’t feel a thing here in Valhalla. Neither did we see a flash or a bolide screaming across the sky. It was a rainy day though. Also, we were both busy doomscrolling. Cake was deep into his afternoon nap. He had no time for drive-by fireballs. 

I wonder if the meteor had anything to do with the dream I woke from this morning. I was sitting in a hospital hallway with my sister. For some reason a nurse had to draw blood. Standard testing stuff, I guess. The nurse couldn’t get a vein in my arm though. He tells me he’s going to draw from my BRAIN instead. Last image before snapping awake was of a big ass needle aimed straight at my head.

How was I feeling? What was my DreamLand response. Was I freaking? Ahhh, not so much.

 “Oh, okay. Let’s just get this over with.” I’m entirely too used to this shit. I’m tellin’ you!

I don’t believe there are any meteors in the forecast for today. We’d probably have been given a heads up but Pedo and his billionaire henchmen have cut all the agencies that would have kept an eye on this. So, if I haven’t been crushed under a flaming space boulder, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Cheers!

Badly Glitching Robots

Why does he stand like Rosie from the Jetsons? Is he a badly glitching robot? Was he created in a lab by one of Leon or Bozo’s ill-paid, worked half to death, slapdash tech teams? Will Trump blow up soon like one of their rockets?

When they go low, we go high” was a catastrophic misunderstanding of how to fight fascists. These people live on fear, pageantry, dominance, and borrowed menace. What they cannot survive is mockery. Call Stephen Miller an ugly fuck. Mock Trump’s orange rotisserie tan. Laugh at RFK’s haunted bronchial gargle. Strip the costume off. Make them ridiculous, because they are.
~ Lyle Fass 

What is psychopathy?

Psychopathy is a neuropsychiatric disorder marked by deficient emotional responses, lack of empathy, and poor behavioral controls, commonly resulting in persistent antisocial deviance and criminal behavior. (source) 

Sound like anyone you know? A President of the United States perhaps?

Some examples of the traits of psychopaths:

• Glibness/superficial charm (if you can call his middle school level bullying insults “charm,” yeah sure)
• Grandiose sense of self-worth (obvs)
• Need for stimulation/prone to boredom
• Pathological lying (if his mouth is open, he’s lying)
• Conning/manipulative (that’s his whole brand)
• Lack of remorse or guilt
• Callous/lack of empathy
• Parasitic lifestyle
• Poor behavioral controls
• Promiscuous sexual behavior (promiscuous RAPEY behavior – Epstein Island, the teen beauty pageant bullshit, Stormy Daniels, E. Jean Carroll, his own goddamned daughter!!!, etc. etc.)
• Lack of realistic, long-term goals (can you say Iran?)
• Impulsivity (hello Canada and Greenland!)
• Irresponsibility (Iran again!)
• Failure to accept responsibility for one's own actions (Jesus, everything is always Biden’s or Obama’s fault, never his)

Psychopaths rely on their superficial charms and deceit. Their deepest fear is being exposed as the fraudulent, empty, criminal suits they are. Being publicly humiliated shatters the mammoth self-image they desperately need like helium to stay inflated and flying.

With Trump’s belligerent tariff bullying, constant threats of and actual acts of war, the economic devastation brought about on our own country, and the vicious, murderous ongoing assaults by his ICEhole goons, Pedo has become profoundly unpopular around the world and at home.

Even his faithful red states are losing their Trumpy boners. 

The largest declines in net approval highlight just how much ground Trump has lost since taking office.

Wyoming: +47 → +22 (down 25 points)
Kentucky: +23 → 0 (down 23 points)
Nebraska: +18 → -4 (down 22 points)
Alaska: +9 → -12 (down 21 points)
Florida: +9 → -12 (down 21 points)
Oklahoma: +31 → +10 (down 21 points)
Nevada: 0 → -20 (down 20 points)
Maine: -12 → -31 (down 19 points)
Ohio: +8 → -11 (down 19 points)
Utah: +20 → +1 (down 19 points)
(source) 

Did you see? Yesterday, US district judge Christopher Cooper ordered Pedo's name stripped off the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. He ruled that the joint, a memorial, can’t be renamed without an act of Congress. HA HA!

“Congress gave the Kennedy Center its name, and only Congress can change it.”

The judge added: “The Court has concluded that the Board overstepped its statutory bounds by unilaterally renaming the Kennedy Center after President Trump.”
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Cooper also temporarily blocked the center from closing this summer for proposed renovations, two months after Trump announced its two-year closure. (source) 

Pedo naturally had a complete tantrum toddler melt down on his little social media laundry, Truth Toilet. Sadly, this personal disappointment, this cockblocking of his ego hasn’t led to a sudden terminal event. Yet.

Let’s keep this going. Throw more legal challenges at his stupid, ill-conceived Soviet style, raggedy Rococo, nouveau douche, Epstein Ballroom. Let’s make damn sure he can’t put up his masturbatory Arc de Trump too. These monuments to one imbecile’s ego would be absurd in the best, most prosperous of times. Now? With inflation soaring due to Pedo’s wars of choice in Iran and Venezuela, his tariff horseshit, and other horrific blunderings –the very idea of these self-glorifying erections is violently obscene.

The best offense and defense (besides going after him with a laser focused, Godzilla sized team of lawyers) is to mock him widely, incessantly, and massively. Everywhere he turns, he should see how little, how inconsequential he is. Along with his team of ball gargling renfields, he’s made himself this annoying, unwanted, and ridiculous.

Speaking of ball garglers – Stephen Miller totally looks like a mad scientist tried to grow a person from expired mayonnaise, wet tissue and distilled resentment. Every time Miller speaks, a half dead mosquito flies out of an old, dented, metal filing cabinet. Intelligence passes by him but can’t find a reason to stop for a visit. Death walks in but can only shrug and wonder “what’s the point.” In the end, all that remains is a haunted, moldy potato in a suit.