Woman Hating Freaks of the GOP

An extremely important lesson that all women should know and have learned by now is that we must be extra special wary, vigilant, and hyper alert around Republican men. These are not safe people. OBVS!  

• There’s Prez Grab 'Em By The Pussy and his myriad rapes, assaults, and persistent pedophilia.
• How ‘bout War Crimes Secretary Pete Kegseth and the woman he drugged, raped, and then tried to pay off? At the time (of the rape), Hegseth was still legally married to his second wife and had recently welcomed a child with the woman who would become his third. Ultra charitably speaking, that man's a complete, unsalvageable toxic waste dump.
• Remember Roy Moore, the former Alabama Supreme Court Chief Justice, Senate candidate, pedophile, and serial sexual assaulter? 
• Tony Gonzales the Texas House rep who harassed and bullied one of his aides into having an affair with him. Regina Santos-Aviles went on to commit suicide by self-immolation. That says a LOT about Tony, doesn't it? In April he was accused by a second former staffer of the same kind of harassment. He sent sexually explicit text messages (dick pics? No doubt!), relentlessly begged for sex and nude photos and was not taking no for an answer. Gonzales is married and has SIX children. I'd call him a disgusting pig but that'd be an unfair and gross insult to disgusting swine.
• Former Florida rep Matt Gaetz and the 17-year-old girl he sex trafficked. Prez Pedo NATURALLY wanted to make this kid raper and pimp attorney general.
• And who could ever forget Madison Cawthorn of North Carolina? We do try though.

This brings us to Ohio congressman Max Miller. 

For variety’s sake, young Max stands accused of domestic violence. No sex harassment or rape accusations … so far. Max’s accusers are serious Republicans – no Dems in sheep’s clothing. His ex-wife is the daughter of Republican US senator for Ohio Bernie Moreno. His ex-girlfriend, Stephanie Grisham, was White House press secretary during Prez FuckFace’s first administration. These aren’t closet Bernie Bros or Jasmine Crockett fans. 

In one alleged incident, Miller “took hot water from a pan he had just cooked eggs in and threw it at me”, Moreno testified earlier this year amid a defamation lawsuit Miller filed against her. Moreno has also accused Miller of holding a gun to her head, the New York Times reported. The pair married in 2022.
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Separately, Miller’s former girlfriend Grisham… has also accused him of abuse, an allegation he has denied. Grisham and Miller dated from 2019 to 2020.

In a 2021 Washington Post op-ed, Grisham – without naming Miller – wrote about a relationship that “turned abusive”, and of a former partner who was “physical” with her. Although she did not identify Miller in the article, he said it was widely understood that the op-ed referred to him. She later confirmed she was talking about Miller, according to the Times. (source)

Ted Littleford

The fool outed himself. He’s not just an emotionally unstable, woman hating, desperately insecure rage junky, he’s a fool and an incompetent crimer. Like Gym (Rape, what rape?) Jordan, he represents the state of Ohio.

Ya know what other deeply mercurial, desperately awkward, avaricious, and quite likely suffering from a lifelong dissociative identity disorder, power chaser is from Ohio? Yep, you guessed it – JDouche Vance.

I'm really, honestly beginning to wonder if some witch, or other assorted magical being, has put a curse on Ohio. I mean, what else can explain such a concentration of vile politicians?

Back to Max Miller, the “allegedly” boiling water tossing, gun to the wife’s head Republican house rep from Ohio’s 7th District though. A restraining order filed was yesterday:

…. Moreno's restraining order alleged that Miller "harassed," "threatened," and "placed his hands on" her attorney. The restraining order also stated that Miller's own attorney said the lawmaker "just can't control himself." (source) 

Dude’s in smacked up, methed out, rabid wildebeest territory here and on the taxpayer’s dime too. He’s now “allegedly” physically attacking his ex-wife’s lawyer?! Max is FUCKED UP!

The half dozen sex criming freaks (plus Max) that I’ve listed above, are just recent examples of what the GOP, the party of family values, offer Americans.

Now, I’m in NO way saying that the Democrats are pure as the driven snow BUT at least we get rid of our violent, criminal dirtbags. We don’t elect them president. Also, when we discover their crimes we make sure they understand that staying in office is NOT an option (Hi Eric!). That's IF they’ve made it that far. Just ask Graham Platner. 

Distraction Theater

Christopher Weyant

Who needs who more?

Trump wanted to play big dictator tough guy with Iran — outdo Obama’s deal in a big, thunder and brimstone show of he-man bombing. He's bombing alright.

It’s testosterone theater – overcompensation for his obvious, massive insecurities. Also a distraction from all things Epstein, those pesky ICE murderers, bombing Venezuelan fishermen, financial crimes, and other assorted failures, felonies, and idiocies.

Bibi needed U.S. money, bombs, and rep in order to go after the folks he wanted to attack anyway. Why hit Iran (besides the fact that he’s never met a mass murder he didn’t fall in love with immediately)? Maybe to distract from his ongoing corruption trials and the ICC's arrest warrant for war crimes and crimes against humanity. Plus there’s an election coming in October. Old Beeb’s popularity, like Prez Pedo’s, is on the wane. Netanyahu is still a hit with Israel’s version of MAGA, nationalist religious factions, and general right-wingers though.

Brandan Reynolds

Like Prez Fuckface, Beebs needs a boost. Pathetically (hilariously?), he thinks visiting the U.S., being seen with the world’s biggest no-talent chiseling fuck-up is gonna give him some shine. WOW! That’s some serious clue-free delusion, mes amis.

On top of that:

“Netanyahu arrives in Washington at a time when even many around [Trump] are suspicious of him. He has become toxic in the US,” Ahron Bregman, an Israeli security analyst and senior teaching fellow in the Department for War Studies at King’s College London. “He is regarded in the US – rightly or wrongly – as the one who dragged Trump into a war of choice that has turned into a strategic catastrophe. Nobody, not even Trump, will let him pretend to be the cleverest guy in the room. Those days are gone.” (source) 

Bibi’s not popular in the U.S. and Trump’s not popular in the world at large. These two are grade A toxic twins.

Did you read that Trump and his greasy, deeply twisted War Crimes Secretary dropped more bombs on Iran last night? They killed six people including three civilians – a couple and their two-year-old kid. Still proud to be an American? Rah, rah, rah?

Bill Bramhall

Meanwhile, here in the Disunited Kakistocratic Plutocracy of America, Republican’s war on Black voters in the south doesn’t appear to be going quite as smoothly as they’d expected. Perhaps, when Trump’s pet Supreme Court torpedoed the Voting Rights Act, they actually shot him and his party of shortsighted, bigoted imbeciles in the foot?

A new analysis of Black voters in the south indicates that Republican attempts to dilute their political power is driving them to the polls in larger numbers and shifting their counties further left.
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The analysis by VoteHub, a data-focused election organization, indicates that the efforts have only motivated Black voters in the 78 Black belt counties it tracked. All but one shifted left in partisan turnout compared with 2024. Further, majority-Black counties that voted after Louisiana v Callais, the landmark supreme court decision that triggered the Republican-led redistricting efforts, had a surge in voter participation. 
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In nearby Louisiana, Black voters made up 35.7% of the primary electorate, despite making up only 32.1% of the population. The state experienced increased voter turnout across partisan groups and race, but 30.9% of Black voters cast ballots in the primary election – 3.2 points more than white voters. (source) 

A return to Jim Crow is NOT a lock!

Here’s something really great though – I had THE most amazing sandwich last night. It was a Tomato Caprese – fresh mozzarella, vine ripe tomato, pesto, roasted peppers, basil and olive oil on marble rye. OH MY FUCKING GOD! 

Astoundingly I was able to control myself and only ate half. I’ll have the other half for breakfast this morning.

Some days all it takes is the small things – like a brilliant sandwich –  to get me charged up and ready to face the day’s battles. 

Fun with Aging

Another day, another doctor appointment. This morning’s my annual with the throat doc/surgeon. Apparently these stupid, pesky tumors can cause issues with my vocal cords, give me breathing challenges (motherfucking *joy*), and make it more common for me to choke on my food or drink. What FUN!

Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed.
~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread and pumpkin pie.
~ Jim Davis

In this time of Taylor Farms (and all their aliases) sparked volcanically explosive excreta, we gotta get our veggies in the safest possible places. I ALWAYS trust carrot cake!

FYI:

"Taylor Farms donated millions to President Trump, met privately with the White House the night the FDA identified their lettuce as the source of this outbreak, and then reportedly tried to distance themselves from this outbreak," Garcia said.  (source)

Pay off the Republicans – the Party in power – so you don’t have to spend an extra penny to make sure your product won’t poison people? Welcome to the plutocracy mes amis !

Age is a high price to pay for maturity.
~ Tom Stoppard

Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.
~ Mark Twain

Christopher Weyant 

So, being born physically old and presumably decrepit and then gradually unaging — becoming youthful and more healthy? As far as intelligence and emotional maturity go, how would this work? I don’t want to have the frailty of an 80-year-old with the emotional capacity of a toddler and the intelligence to match. I mean, fer fuck’s sake, we see how 80 with the brain of a tantrum toddler plays out on the news every day. It’s ugly, it stinks, and ruins everything it come in contact with.

Nope, if I’m gonna start out life old and age down to 18, I want all the knowledge, wisdom, and emotional intelligence an undamaged, smart 80-year-old might have and I want to retain that as I reverse age.

I want to have enough confidence in myself in my 20s to make bolder moves — to be less hobbled by fears and insecurities. e.g., GO to that band’s loft party where I only know the bass player. GO to the club to see that awesome band’s final show. STICK with that grad level ceramic chemistry class and see where it takes me. MOVE to Berlin to paint for a year.

Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life.
~ H. H. Asquith

Matisse, The Italian Woman

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.
~ Eleanor Roosevelt 

I’m waiting for my “work of art” phase to kick in. Maybe I need another year?

Old age ain't no place for sissies.
~ Bette Davis

Satchel Paige asked “How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?”

Over the past six years my body’s been telling me I’m ancient. There are mummies in Egypt in better shape than me. Coco and Rocco’s cremated little corpses have more energy. I’ve had godforsaken, ramshackle-ass, raggedy zombies stop and tell me to get my shit together — “comb that hair! Stand up straight! Stop wearing sweatpants!” It’s embarrassing. Truly.

My mind’s telling me I’m still vibrant. Maybe more so than ever. Given my physical limitations, I’m as creative as I can be and I’m def continuing to learn new interesting shit all the time. So … brain good. Maybe this is dementia though, huh?

I’ve certainly embraced my don’t give a fuck years. Maybe “don’t give a fuck” would, more or less, define much of the second half of my life though. I’ve gained a modicum of diplomacy in my communications and delivery (SHUT UP, I have SO!) and also achieved the ability to create and hold personal boundaries, even when that makes me sad. Holding boundaries that make me sad is the adult version of eating all my peas because they’re good for me and will make me big and strong. //sigh//

I intend to live forever. So far so good.
~ Steven Wright

Pining for the Fjords

Can someone still be considered a friend even if you haven’t seen them in a zillion years?

Bob Ray, who I worked with too many decades ago, turns up in my dreams periodically. I was and still am fond of him. He’s def cool – played sax (tenor? bari?) in a couple bands, drew and wrote comix, and had a good, solid head on his shoulders. We weren’t close but I would definitely consider him a friend versus acquaintance. 

Is there an official line for that – a measurement system? How do you know when an acquaintanceship has grown into a friendship? Does a bell ring? Do you get gold stars? Does it happen after you’ve consumed X number of adult beverages together and exchanged X amount of discreet confidences? Voila! You’ve now crossed the border. Please don one of these lovely bracelets.

Another thing – I’ve never met his wife but, from the comments she’s made on his Facebook posts, she’s obviously fabola. Too bad they live 800 miles away – I’d love to meet her.

Why does Bob Ray keep turning up in Dream Land? How? What does he symbolize?

Usually, his dream appearances are as a warm, supportive presence. Ya know, if good vibes were palpable, this is what they’d look like. Bob Ray – fairy godfather.

In last night’s nocturnal movieola though, he magically appeared out of nowhere. Bob Ray was holding in his raised hand, a puzzle piece. It was a very important piece and it was glowing ever so slightly.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!!!

It’s probably something simple and obvious and has nothing to do with Bob Ray himself. It’s just so damn mystifying though – the glowing puzzle piece; Bob holding it aloft in his fingers as though it were a Eucharist; the darkened, Gothic, stone-walled room. I mean WTAF!?

Related sort of – there’s my friend Craig. We were friends in high school and kept in light touch during college. After I graduated, came off the carnival road and moved to Boston, I briefly stayed with him. He introduced me to all his friends and helped me get situated in my new digs. Later, he and his wife moved out to California. I’ve only seen him once since then.

I miss him awfully. Craig’s an absolutely wonderful human. His laugh is like music. He deserves every good thing that life has to offer.

Craig’s not on social media at all. Can’t blame him but I’d like to at least have that slight, tenuous connection. Since I’m deaf I can’t just ring him up for a chat. 

I’d text but:

• I don’t have his phone number.
• I’m terrible at chit chat – I’m more of a full-blown convo kind of a person.
• I don’t even know if he’d be open to texting and I don’t want to intrude.
• I’d write him a letter but he and his wife have moved and I don’t have their new address and I’m not sure how to find it.

Possibly this feeling of warmth is one-sided? I am, after all, a rather odd duck. Also, obvs, insecure. I could just find his new address, send a damn card saying “You’re awesome and I miss you” and be done with it. He doesn’t have to write back (though that’d be nice).

Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
On the high shoes
Of the old friends

Old friends
Winter companions
The old men
Lost in their overcoats
Waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city
Sifting through trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends

Can you imagine us
Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy

Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
~ Paul Simon

Wadayano, it’s Monday

The Conjurer, Hieronymus Bosch

Prez Crimes-Against-Humanity and his rabid little War Crimes secretary are playing fast and loose with math. They’re trying to run a shell game with U.S. deaths and injuries in their obscene, vanity war on Iran.

Operation Epic Fail (AKA Operation Epic Fury) began on Saturday, February 28. Failure Prez and crew are attempting to bamboozle us into thinking that the war deaths and injuries aren’t so bad by saying that the “ceasefire” (May 1 – July 7) means that any casualties happening after July 7 are part of a WHOLE other war thing. Totally doesn’t count! Not even the spineless, soulless Republicans are buying this ridiculous, refried fecal matter.

Thomas Massie, a Republican House member from Kentucky, responded to the updated numbers in an X post, writing: “Let me explain this absurd ruse: The Pentagon is pretending there have been two Iran wars separated by a brief cease-fire."

“The reality: By going more than 90 days without congressional authorization,” the defense secretary, Pete Hegseth, “IS BREAKING THE LAW and must be held accountable”. (source) 

To date, as far as we can ascertain, 18-20 U.S. service members have died and 624 have been wounded for Trump’s War To Impress Netanyahu and Distract the U.S, from All Things Epstein. Iran's war toll, as of July 20, 2026, is 7,144 to 9,676+ killed and about 46,965 injured. 

AND it looks like Iran is trying to drag Ukraine into the big fight. Jesus, Iran, Russia, Israel, and the U.S all look like a bunch of big old tantrum toddlers who totally need solid time outs, internet privileges taken away for an indefinite period of time, and NO chicky nuggies or Klondike Bars until they learn how to play nice.

Iran’s crying because their “commercial vessel” 🙄 carrying war weaponry for Russia, got hit. (oh, WAAAAH!) Dude’s playing the victim card and threatening vengeance with some third rate Hollywood movie script dialogue.

Since Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine began in 2022, Kyiv has accused Tehran of aiding Moscow’s air attacks on Ukrainian cities by supplying thousands of Shahed drones. It has also expressed solidarity with countries in the Middle East targeted by Tehran following the US-Israel war on Iran, sending Ukrainian military personnel to Gulf states to help intercept Shahed drone. (source) 

And then there's Netanyahu – he pulled out the Drama Queen card, hilariously accusing NYC Mayor Mamdani of “fomenting hate” after the mayor supported the ICC’s [International Criminal Court] warrant for Bibi’s arrest for war crimes and crimes against humanity.

“As human beings, we have spent generations building a shared understanding that there are crimes so grave they offend all of humanity. Anyone, with their eyes, with their heart, with their conscience, should recognize the devastation he has wrought and understand that he belongs before a court of law,” Mamdani added. (source) 

If Netanyahu didn’t want to to find out, he shouldn’t have fucked around. Hitler, Mussolini, Talaat Pasha, and Ratko Mladić didn’t want to receive consequences of their genociding either but … shit happens, eh? If this old genocider’s lucky, like Pol Pot, he’ll live out the rest of his life in a rural encampment with worshipful settlers.

Meanwhile …

Trump’s personal fixer and acting Attorney General Todd Blanche thinks he’s doing a bang-up job in protecting the pedo pervs who frequented Epstein’s Rape Party Palace by *oopsie* exposing the names, images, and other personal info of the survivors, NOT the perps. 

Again, even some of the spine-free Republicans are opposing Trump’s ever so faithful, toadying servant’s elevation to a position for which he’s obviously, criminally unfit.

In a letter urging Republican senators Thom Tillis and John Cornyn to reject his nomination, these survivors said that Blanche’s handling of the Epstein case as acting attorney general was characterized by misstep after misstep. (source) 

By the by and no surprise here, those were, very much, deliberate missteps. Duh!

It’s Monday in America and I strongly believe I need cuppycakes and Jamo before I can properly get up and get moving.

Cake Day

It’s Sunday and I’m doing my damnedest to perk the fuck up. On the whole, for the first time in a month, I’m feeling not so bad. I’m actually gonna even try exercising today. HUZZAH!

Big, fat, mondo importante thing to remember is to not overdo. Tragically, overdo is my general modus operandi. I’ve got to ease back in so I don’t overwhelm my weak-ass system and set myself even farther back than I already am.

Cake has also suggested that I avoid the news today. Too late. I MUST break myself of the habit of checking The Guardian and Al Jazeera as soon as I wake up. WHY do I do this to myself? I suppose I want to take in the bad news immediately so I can sit with it, simmer, and then gear up ... or something. 

I've always been like this. I want the bad news first and fast. Straight, no chaser.

In any case, in lieu of me going off about Juliana Umba Nzita, who wasn't autopsied and did NOT hang herself from a tree limb twice her height on the property of a church she did NOT belong to, I bring you memes and comics. 

You're welcome.

Beast Flaps

Nick Anderson

Stephan Pastis, Pearls Before Swine

Manatees and Morons

That fucker’s going after manatees now. Not that he’s specifically aware of it. Manatees are just one of so, so many who’ve had the misfortune to be in Pedo’s path to making more big buckos in his biz of land raping AKA real estate development. 

Florida’s manatees could be among the species left more vulnerable by the Trump administration’s rollback of Endangered Species Act protections, conservationists warn, as the Center for Biological Diversity moves to challenge the changes in federal court.

The Center has filed a motion challenging the administration’s decision to scrap the Endangered Species Act’s (ESA) “blanket rule,” which automatically protected plants and animals listed as threatened, unless officials developed a rule specific to that species. (source) 

Some cool manatee facts:

• Adult manatees generally weigh in between 800 and 1,200 pounds. That heft doesn’t come from blubber – they don’t have any. Their large size is mostly due to their gastrointestinal tract – their stomach and intestines.

• Manatees are aquatic mammals whose closest relative is the elephant. They, theoretically, evolved from the same land animals over 50 million years ago. 

• They breathe air, surfacing every three to five minutes to take a breath. They can, however, hold their breath for up to 20 minutes.

• From a distance they were taken for mermaids. That dumb fuck Columbus was sorely disappointed:

Christopher Columbus, in his first journey to the Americas, caught a glimpse of three "mermaids" off the prow of his ship, writing in his journal:

"On the previous day [8 Jan 1493], when the Admiral went to the Rio del Oro [Haiti], he said he quite distinctly saw three mermaids, which rose well out of the sea; but they are not so beautiful as they are said to be, for their faces had some masculine traits." (Voyages of Columbus 218).” (source) 

• Unlike humans, manatees never need dentures. Their teeth continuously replace themselves throughout their lives. The older teeth at the front fall out and new teeth, growing in at the back, come forward. I’m envious. 

• Manatees have no natural predators besides humans. Most deaths are due to boat collisions. Coastal real estate development threatens their habitat, their home.

For now, it is still illegal to hunt, kill or “intentionally or negligently, to annoy, molest, harass, or disturb any manatee" in Florida. For now.

Good news this morning:

WHY do all these warped, banjaxed brained MAGAt 
weasels have the same rabid, feral, lipless, rage look?

The Massachusetts’s Board of Registration in Medicine has revoked a doctor’s right to renew her medical license last week. Why? In addition to being one of the stupid-ass Jan. 6, 2021 rioting insurrectionists, she broke into the Capital and punched a cop.

Jacquelyn Starer, of Ashland, pleaded guilty to eight charges, including a felony assault charge, in 2024. She was sentenced to 9 months in prison for her actions, but was pardoned by President Donald Trump shortly after he began his second term last year. 

Starer is a board certified obstetrician and gynecologist who has a subspeciality in addiction medicine. She was primarily a practitioner of addiction medicine before her arrest in 2022. (source) 

Her practice was at Brigham and Women’s Hospital. How embarrassing for them. Do they not  monitor or manage their doctors? How could such a loose cannon be employed there? And why did Jackie transition from being an OB/GYN to dealing with addiction medicine? According to the article, she’s a former addict who had attempted suicide in 1996.

I only mention it but doctors hold our lives in their hands. This unstable, judgement impaired, off-her-fucking-rocker, violent twat shouldn’t be treating Raggedy Anns, Barbies, Bratz or G.I. Joes let alone humans. And now she won’t. This is good.

In a 2024 letter to the judge who oversaw Starer’s case, her husband said that Starer hoped to continue practicing medicine. 

“She would very much like to regain her privileges to practice medicine and continue to care for those struggling with addiction, but this is unlikely if the outcome of these proceedings is not in her favor,” he wrote. “At the very least, she would like to restore her reputation in the medical profession and in the community.”

Oh honey, that ship has sailed. She really should have considered that before she went to DC and committed that felony, eh? Also, these two live in Massachusetts and they’re Trump supporters? Does he honestly believe that he and his felonious J6er wife ever had any sort of a respectable rep, outside their small circle of dipshit Trumpy friends, to begin with? C'mon, just move to Alabama already.

One thing, according to news articles, she got her med license in 1983. That would make her somewhere around 70-years-old, more or less. She’s past retirement age. If she’s deadset on working though, she can probably get a gig with RFK jr. After all, he’s big on hiring folks who practice medicine without a license.

Elton John – Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters 

Fried Day

I’m feeling rather Roseanne Roseannadanna-ish this morning. You know, “if it's not one thing, it's another.” 

Barely slept last night. Note to self: do not read the news right before you intend to shut off the lights and greet the sandman. Also, when you wake, a mere hour and change after finally falling into sweet Morpheus’s arms, do not indulge your treacherous amygdala, hippocampus, and anterior cingulate cortex (ACC). Ignore those motherfuckers. At 2AM they will serve absolute NO productive purpose.

What the fuck is the anterior cingulate cortex (ACC), you ask? It’s an area of the brain that deals with emotional awareness, expression, decision-making, pain management, error detection/conflict monitoring and more. Useful motherfucker, eh? Not so much at 2AM though. IGNORE IT AND GO BACK TO SLEEP!

Stray realization — we are now closer in time to 2069 than we are to 1969. 

1969 was 57 years ago. Mein Gott! 2069 is only 42 years in the future. Well, not my future — I’d be quite the ancient piece of dusty work if I lived that long. 

I do remember 1969 quite clearly. We lived in Bloomington, Indiana (where Daddy was working on his doctorate) and I hated it there. People talked funny and they were all blonde. Just so, so very blonde. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! I remember the antiwar demonstrations on campus, trying a pot brownie, getting high for the first time (the following year) at 12-years-old, reading Rolling Stone when it was still printed in a tabloid newspaper format. My three favorite albums were the Woodstock soundtrack, Jesus Christ Superstar, and Led Zeppelin I.

I wonder if the U.S. will be around in 2069. Frankly, if it is, it’d be shocking. The billionaire puppet master assholes have just about wrecked this joint. We’re teetering on the brink of dissolution. November’s elections are key. Of fucking course they are. We can’t just put in more of the same middle of the road players who will only write strongly worded statements about King Fuckface and his crew’s blatant crimes against humanity.

We need bold, plain speaking, agile beaned, cunning pugilists, like Jasmine Crockett, Elizabeth Warren, Ayanna Pressley, Mark Kelly, Jon Ossoff, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Pramila Jayapal, Jamie Raskin, etc. We NEED to take the House AND the Senate in November. We need smart, crafty, dirty fighters.

And I need a day off from the news and my health bullshit. Maybe a snack and a nap will help?