Civilization

I have Bruce Cockburn’s song If I Had A Rocket Launcher in my head this morning. Warum? I read the news today—oh boy.
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The meaning of the word ‘research’ seems to have devolved into “spend three minutes on Google and don’t look past the first page of possible matches.”
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I’ve mentioned that I’m reading a collection of David Sedaris’s diary entries, no? Turns out, he and his partner, Hugh, name all the strays (cats, foxes, toads, snakes, etc.) who visit their yard—just like me and Jen! Also, just like us, all visitors get a meal.

Very civilized.

Maybe not the snake, though. David demanded that Hugh kill it. Hugh did not but there was no mention of the sweet snake’s new handle.
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Dreamed I was in California visiting my friend Kevin. My Smart Car (Bix) was with me even though I’d flown out there. Must’ve fit in the overhead bins. Seems reasonable.
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Herschel Walker represents the crystallized vision Conservatives hold of all Black people… That we are brainless, brutish, philandering monsters who exist solely for them to take advantage of… And boy does he he deliver with every pitiable and benighted utterance…
~ Cyrus McQueen

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Cake has made it clear that he’s madly in love with Ten. Yes, my furry boy is fond of me but he is ALL about Ten.
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From a certain angle, the United States is a public pool, one we must all share, and I just wish dudes like Kanye West and Elon Musk would stop peeing in it. Or maybe the trouble is the people who like the pee. People who, in fact, only come to the pool at all to get pissed on by fit-pitching celebrity dipshits. Republicans, in other words. 

Kanye. Elon. Trump.
~ Shower Cap
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“I am work with many police officers.”
~ Herschel Walker after flashing a fake police badge at last night’s Georgia debate.

Hersh is the poster boy for domestic violence, dissociative identity disorder (AKA multiple personality disorder), endless insane lies (do Walker and the orange oaf have a competition going as to who can tell the most balls out, fucked up lies?) and general mental illness.
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Jen took me for my morning mini-ramble. Gotta say, it’s motherfucking hard to focus on good posture, effective balance strategies and putting one foot in front of the other without falling, when the water and sky are so goddamned shimmery gorgeous.