NOT OK

You’ve undoubtedly seen some of the fuss over the clown in Oklahoma — the Superintendent of Public Instruction (sometimes called the Oklahoma State School Superintendent) who’s a book ban pushing, right wing Christian nationalist, and extreme MAGAt (AKA a spectacularly malicious moron who should def be kept away from children and any other vulnerable, sentient beings).

Ryan Walters is the horse's ass (not to dis equine butts, mind you) trying to make Bibles (Trump’s brand of course) mandatory in every classroom. Hey, I guess that whole church-state separation thingie doesn’t apply to Oklahoma, eh?

About those Trump brand Bibles – the compilation of docs (King James Bible, Constitution, Declaration of Independence, and Pledge of Allegiance) that’ll never be read by his cult (and have assuredly never been read by ol' illiterate Stinky himself) were put together by some country music creep as a tie-in scam to his one hit wonder. The Bible plus Americana (together known as God Bless the U.S.A. Bible) were printed in China (so much for the USA, huh?) for less than three bucks per but sold for, at minimum, $60 each. (I just saw one going for $1,445 on Ebay) As of June of this year Stinky has taken in $1,306,035 in royalty payments for doing nothing but endorsing the product.

Superintendent Walters has threatened the teaching licenses of all instructors who refused to teach Bible lessons. IN A PUBLIC SCHOOL!  

He’s called Oklahoma teachers' unions a “terrorist organization.”  

He campaigned for the superintendent gig claiming that Oklahoma classrooms were filled with porn and HE would get rid of it (by taking it all back to his own office for “review?”). Walters went on to call teachers perverts. (I guess, assuming he has self-awareness, he would know?)

He mandated that pro-Trump conspiracy theories be taught in social studies classes. 

Walters was once a candidate on Trump’s shortlist for education secretary. Given the rest of Stinky’s loser filled, junk drawer Cabinet, it boggles the mind as to how our boy Ryan missed the cut.

So then, last Thursday during a closed-door meeting focused on teaching credentials and student attendance, ol’ Ry-Ry was streaming porn. How utterly professional and on brand of him!  //snort//

I guess the wank addicted, bible pushing, christian bigot who’s in charge of all of Oklahoma’s children’s education just couldn’t make it through a couple hour biz meeting without viewing his emotional support porn stars’ ta-tas and tunnels of love, eh?

Is it any surprise Oklahoma is rated 50th in education?

He’s done himself no favors with his response to getting caught with his, only barely metaphorical, dick in his hand. Hell, he’s even blamed the state’s governor and is clearly just two minutes away from suing Coldplay, blaming Biden, importing Mexican Coke, and threatening to arrest Obama.

Hell’s bells, the state’s Republican governor, Kevin Stitt, isn’t covering for Frat Boy Walters’ asininity. I'm guessing only the most sewer dwelling of Oklahoma Republicans are gonna risk their reelection chances on this sloppy loser. On the other hand...this IS Oklahoma and it's most def NOT okay.

Walters is STILL lying his ass off about everything. How much more money is the state of Oklahoma gonna spend on Porn Boy before they put him out to pasture where he can choke his chicken to images of Misty, Cherry, and Princess in private?

Again I ask ya, does it surprise ANYONE that Oklahoma is rated 50th in the US for education?

Things That Go Boom

As you may recall, we watched Star Trek: Section 31 last night (part of Jen’s birthday celebration). Sadly, very sadly, it was a mondo disappointment.

How could a Star Trek movie, especially one starring Michelle fucking Yeoh, be such a letdown? A few reasons.

The storyline was unclear. As in, who are all these people and why are they banded together.

Philippa Georgiou has a wickedly complicated backstory (Star Trek: Discovery) which couldn’t be smoothly summed up in a stand alone feature film format. Maybe it could have been but the movie writing team weren’t up to the challenge?

Alok is a genetically enhanced human who’s been around since the 20th century. Seems long life and perpetual youth are his only enhancements. If he has other superpowers, they aren’t on display. 

Quasi is a Chameloid who has the ability to shape shift into nearly any form. Cool but any shifting was obscured by all the explosion scenes. It seemed like the writers felt the need to have ships, machines, and what-have-you go  BOOM every 10 minutes.

Zeph is a dumb guy in a big mech suit. That seems to be his entire character.

 Fuzz is a microscopic Nanokin in a robot Vulcan body. Right from the get go you can see that Fuzz isn’t really a Vulcan because he’s laughing...a LOT and he has pretty intense mood swings. He’s basically a Men in Black knock off. Though annoying, he’s one of the more fun and fleshed out players. *SPOILER ALERT* Fuzz ends up being one of the bad guys. 

Rachel Garrett’s a Starfleet officer. She’s the only character who seems like a good Star Trek/Federation fit. A little uptight and by-the-book at first but awesome and creative in crisis chaos situations.

The Section 31 organization itself?

Section 31 is a top-secret branch of Starfleet Intelligence, operating way outside usual Federation rules and regulations. Its operatives exist in the shadows, doing unsavory work behind the scenes so that James T Kirk, Jean-Luc Picard, Kathryn Janeway, and other Starfleet captains can carry out their day jobs without getting their hands too dirty. (source)

Basically, it’s the CIA in space. Would you know this if you’re not up to speed on all things Star Trek? Doubt it. I’d have to rewatch the flick to see if the org is ever explained. With all the fight scenes, blasts, and fiery blowups, either I missed it or the explanation just didn’t happen.

Though the writers injected some witty banter here and there it mostly all fell pretty damned flat. The crew had very little cohesion—they just didn’t play off each other well. Why? Was it the actors or the writing?

Omari Hardwick (Alok) is probably a good actor but this role and him  seem a poor fit. I would have loved to see either Aldis Hodge or J. August Richards in his place. Both of them can play serious and comedic at the same time.

Sam Richardson as Quasi was cool but his part really needed to be more fully developed. I mean, could we cut just one special effects explosion and have a bit more story and character development? Same for Kacey Rohl as Rachel Garrett.

Yeoh as Emperor Georgiou—she’s always fab. HOWEVER, movie Georgiou versus Discovery teevee show Georgiou was a bit of a bummer. She was softer—less wittily arch. Her fight scenes were obscured by all the flying blown up space bits AND the long robes. Honestly, how anyone can fight in a flowing cloak is a mystery to me.

My conclusion? The movie had hack writers, direction and TOO much shit blowing up. It was just not up to the quality usually found in the Star Trek universe. Still, I'd like to see a sequel if they got better writers and a different director.

Circus Peanuts and Nervous Breakdowns

Since the election, a lot of us rational humans, those of us with half a brain anyway, are scared and deeply anxious. Also sad. I’m not the only one experiencing a deep sense of impending doom.

According to a Harris poll:

• More than 7 in 10 adults (72%) were worried the election results could lead to violence.
• More than half of adults (56%) said they believe the 2024 presidential election could be the end of democracy in the U.S.

I totally get that the well-to-do won’t suffer. They might be mildly inconvenienced when their gardener, cook  or maid vanishes and they’re unable to find replacements who are willing to work for circus peanuts. Losing their health insurance because Medicare’s been murdered might be an annoyance if they need to dig into a forgotten investment account to pay a hospital bill. It’ll suck (only temporarily for the financially insulated) when the markets crash. 

The rest of us will feel it. We’ll feel it when the Trump/Musk presidency destroys the economy and unemployment surges (it’s inevitable—neither of these dudes are bright biz wizzes); when plagues become commonplace (thanks to Dr.Oz and Brainworm Boy); when we’re living in tents because already unaffordable housing has become impossible; when we’re too overwhelmed, overworked, sick, and experiencing our nineteenth nervous breakdown of the day—yeah, we’ll feel it.

How can I get back my resilience, fortitude, hope, and joie de vivre?

For starters, I can look at my own specific situation. 

• I live in Massachusetts which is very, VERY Blue. This is good. After all, in 2012 my state was the first in the country to try to limit the growth of both private and public healthcare spending. The Affordable Care Act was based on the healthcare law passed here in 2006.

• I have Ten, Jen, and Oni looking out for me. We take care of one another.

• I severed contact with my rightwing asshole relatives and other abusive idiots long ago. I learned how to set personal boundaries before it was a popular, savvy, self-care trend. (feel free to applaud me now, eh?)
  

I don’t know how bad things will get—none of us really do. Sure, we can all figure that things are gonna be worse than the Tangerine Twat's first four years of error and terror. MAYBE this time, more people will fight back. I was chuffed to read about how the chicken-shit, masked, mom’s-basement-dwelling dipshits were greeted in Columbus, Ohio.

...neo-Nazis told police they had never experienced a response like the one they received in Columbus. They said people pulled guns on them and threw cans and vegetables as they marched, waved flags and yelled racial slurs. One of the officers noted the men were “covered in” pepper spray.
~~~
Police initially made contact with the neo-Nazis in a chaotic scene on a sidewalk near Goodale Park at about 1:15 p.m., according to a radio log printout from Columbus police. There the neo-Nazis, wearing black and red clothing and carrying black flags with red swastikas, told police they were leaving because they were under attack. In the background, bystanders shouted at them to take off their masks. (source)

If you're going to advocate for the imprisonment and/or death of others who aren't just like you, TAKE OFF THE MASKS. You're so invested in and proud of your hate bloated beliefs? You can speak it with your whole face. Own your perverted, weird-ass, disturbed views and experience the consequences.

And I was delighted to read about the father who’s cutting off his two MAGAt son’s college expenses.

"I've decided to pass on the [college] expenses to my two Trump-supporting sons so they can truly feel firsthand the cost and expense of his absolutely stupid policy decisions, which includes food, gas, and college expenses.” (source) 

Schadenfreude—I’ll take it.

I now have Paul Simon’s song American Tune in my head this morning.

I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
Or driven to its knees

Oh, but it’s all right, it’s all right
For we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road
We’re traveling on
I wonder what went wrong
I can’t help it, I wonder what’s gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly

And I dreamed I was flying
And high above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

Copium

How are we going to survive the next four years? Once trump and his disastrous party institute the Project 2025 playbook, how will we weather the monstro shit storm?

I only mention it but, given the Facist Party’s (AKA Republican Party) precedent of rolling over like an ultra submissive dog whenever their orange leader opens his anus mouth, there’s a solid chance it’ll be more than four years. He’s already hinting around about a third term.

Speaking before the House Republican Conference on Wednesday, the 78-year-old soon-to-be forty-seventh president openly joked about running for a third term, telling the crowd that they could “figure something else out.”

“I suspect I won’t be running again unless you say he’s so good we got to figure something else out,” Trump said while laughing, according to the Associated Press’s Farnoush Amiri. (source)

Pres-elect Assface wants to kill the Affordable Care Act and Medicaid. He’s promised to leave Social Security and Medicare alone BUT anyone with half a brain knows that his “promises” are worth less than one of his shit filled diapers.

How will those of us who lack bodaciously stellar health (*cough* ME!), major moolah (*cough, cough* MOI!), who need secure affordable housing, help with buying groceries, legal assistance, job training, healthcare assistance, etc. make it?

After the fascists cut taxes for the wealthy, the government agencies will all be hopelessly crippled if they still exist at all. What can we do once he puts the wheels of our demise in motion? WHERE can we find help?

In a quick search I found the website Findhelp

At Findhelp, our mission is to connect all people and the programs that serve them, with dignity and ease.

You type in your zip code and voilà, up comes organizations in your area which may be able to assist. Categories include food, housing, goods, transportation, health, education, work, legal and more. Under “health” I found a page for prescription assistance. This could save my life. I take a dozen pills each morning—one stops my seizures (I take two of those per day), one to forestall tumor growth, two different pills for blood pressure, one for a wonky thyroid, another for my essential tremors, etc., etc., ad nauseam. Without Medicare subsidizing my prescriptions, without other assistance, I'm toast.

Star Jelly

Options—Findhelp provides options. I’m figuring, the more “successful” the fascists are in destroying all but the rich, white and compassion-free, the more these organizations will become overwhelmed. Until then, we have a chance.

Maybe the big box christians could help?(ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Geez, I crack myself up.) 

Joel Osteen's net worth is estimated to be between $40 and $100 million. As of 2024, Kenneth Copeland's net worth is estimated at $300 million. In 2018, Rick Warren had a net worth of $25 million. These people have bucks to burn. Surely they could cough up a few shekels to feed the poor, shelter the homeless, clothe the naked, and pay for a brain surgery and meds.

Will they? I wouldn’t bet a nickel on it.

Hatred Runs Deep

I’m not a people person and I’ll bet that surprises precisely NO ONE. This election has validated all my fears, disgusts and despisings of humanity.

I live in a predominantly white neighborhood which has always weirded me out. Now more than ever though—it just doesn't feel safe. Yes, I'm probably overreacting—falling victim to my panic over what's to come in January.

Our neighbors to the right are immigrants from somewhere in Eastern Europe. They don’t speak much English (from what Jen tells me) but they aren’t at all unfriendly. Our neighbors to the left are awesome—supportive, warm and definitely, rationally left wing. I know there are a few republicans around here but, after 20 years in the neighborhood, they seem quiet. Hopefully they'll remain so.

I know...how would I know if they’re flaming, loud mouthed bigots or not? I keep to myself, rarely go out, and I'm not outgoing. Also, I’m deaf. Also too, when I’m out walking, I’m very much focused on staying upright, not falling over while watching the seagulls and waves. I don’t socialize beyond maybe waving hello. My walks are about building strength, attempting to improve my balance and getting a little fresh air. It's about rehab, not mix and mingling.

Being a misanthropic, deaf and disabled woman living in blue, blue Massachusetts means that I’m mostly shielded from the clueless, unevolved motherfuckers who poison the planet with their monstrous stupidity, their cruel and abysmally myopic hatred for all those who aren’t exactly like them. 

I know that, once Trump kills Medicare and Social Security, my death won’t be as far off as I’d like. Without affordable healthcare, without the bucks to fund my unfortunate surgery addiction, I die. All because a majority of Americans cherish their hatred of anyone who’s not a white, wealthy, straight, “christian” more than they care about reality. OR they just couldn't be arsed to vote.

And now a poem by Charles Bukowski:
The Genius Of The Crowd

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

Social Suggestions

I was scanning through Shoutyface yesterday and stopped to read a post Social Rules That Might Help You. Now then, I don’t like the word “rule.” It’s limiting and doesn’t take in the nuances of particular situations. What might work when you’re having high tea at the Ritz is NOT gonna help you at work when your supervisor is being a full blown, assholian turnip brain.

So, I prefer to think of these as tips. Suggestions versus rules. I'm a wicked misanthrope and can always use a few fresh reminders and tips.

Number four on the list was, don’t ask awkward questions such as:
     ‘Oh, so you aren’t married yet?’
     ‘Don’t you have kids?’
     ‘Why haven't you bought a house?’
     ‘Why haven't you bought a car?’

I had a night nurse in rehab (after one of my bazillion neurosurgeries) ask me, more or less, the first two. I understood that she was trying to make conversation as she took my vitals BUT:

1. It was midnight and I’d had brain fucking surgery the previous week so I wasn’t exactly up for anything deeper than ‘do you have a favorite color’ or ‘are you a cat person or a dog person.’
2. My personal views on marriage and kids aren’t so very straight-up and mainstream. I don’t have simple answers. That is, for various reasons, I’d rather live in ‘sin’ than get married. Kid-wise, while my neuro docs strongly advised me to never get up the spout (the hormone surges would act as industrial fertilizer on my little tumor garden), I had less than zero interest in being a mother. That last bit is an understatement.

As to whether I have a house and/or car—‘the fuck kind of chit chat questions are those? WHO would ask that? Someone trying to assess my financial worth in order to run a con, that’s who. It’s bullshit.

Another ‘rule’ was that we should respect different shades of opinions. Not sure exactly what the author was getting at. Are we talking about the degree of spiciness in hot sauce? Is this about whether it’s cultural appropriation or appreciation to wear a squash blossom necklace? Dogs versus cats as pets? OR is the rule writer including human rights in this 'respect'  opinions business. Are equality and equity just matters of opinion? FUCK no, they are not. It’s impossible for me to respect a wealthy, white, racist, misogynist or anyone who glorifies them.

Rule number eight was ‘never interrupt people while they are talking.’ This is generally good social advice HOWEVER, there are some folks who confuse conversation with oration. Please, unless you’re at a lecture, in class or church, sometimes you have to hold up your hand, jump in and cut off the rolling ego, the preacher without a flock, the teacher lacking a classroom, the monologist in need of an audience. Like Kamala Harris against Mike Pence in the 2020 VP debate, I’m speaking.

Rule number nine: If you tease someone, and they don’t seem to enjoy it, stop it and never do it again. There’s an incredibly thin line between teasing and bullying. Even if you’re playing it passive aggressively, you’re not fooling anyone and you’re an antagonistic, unfunny twatzilla.

Rule 11: Praise publicly. Criticize privately. Agreed and I’ve got nothing to add.

Rule 12: There’s almost never a reason to comment on someone’s weight. Just say, “You look fantastic.” If they want to talk about losing weight, they will. Maybe the weight loss OR gain is due to health problems? If you’re concerned, ask your friend/acquaintance/sister how they’re doing. No need to preface with ‘you’ve lost/gained an awful lot of weight.’

Maybe they’re pregnant? I had an appointment with my neurologist’s nurse practitioner—I hadn’t seen her in a few months and she looked, well, a lot rounder. At our next appointment she let me know she’d be out on maternity leave. Oh.

Rule 14: If a colleague tells you they have a doctor's appointment, don’t ask what it’s for, just say "I hope you’re okay.” From the standpoint of someone who ALWAYS has upcoming, scary doc appointments, yeah. Unless you’re aware of my complicated history and rare disease, neither of us have time for a comprehensive answer to that. 'Good luck' and 'I hope you get good news' are encouraging and respectful wishes.

Rule 15: Treat the cleaner with the same respect as the CEO. Are you guilty of treating those you perceive as superior with deference and those you see as inferior with dismissive coldness? Congratulations! You’ve just shown everyone around that you’re a spineless, callous, toadfucking mark AND an asshole.

Rule 16: If a person is speaking directly to you, staring at your phone is rude. This one is a total DUH. A friend of mine came up to visit me. He lives about four or five hours away so this wasn’t a casual drop-in. He spent a fair amount of time staring at his phone and texting. HELLO, why’d you bother driving the whole way here if you’re going to be interrupting our convo to text with others who are not present?!

Bottom line? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Practice empathy. Don’t be a dick. Exhibit some fucking grace. Stop assuming...and shit.

Okay?

Cat Ladies for the Win!

 I didn’t watch the debate but I’ve read that the demented one did poorly. Jen (her and Oni watched) said there was even some actual fact-checking this time.

That walking, talking, overflowing colostomy bag of a failed grifter called Kamala a Marxist. Specifically he said, “Her father’s a Marxist professor in economics, and he taught her well.”

FYI:

• Marxism is an economic and political theory that examines the flaws inherent in capitalism.
• Marxist theories…advocate for the shared ownership of the means of production by workers. (source)

The Tangerine Twit said, “She wants to confiscate your guns.”

Bullshit AND a tired, old, played out right wing lie. Harris/Walz want tougher gun safety laws, background checks and penalties for illegal gun sellers.

She responded, “this business about taking everyone’s guns away? Tim Walz and I are both gun owners. We’re not taking anybody’s guns away.”

Dunno if she shook her head sadly at him, this pathetic, histrionic simpleton who’s always spouting off nonsense in an attempt to get everyone to like him. Did she speak in a stern, Jane-you-ignorant-slut teacher voice? I’ll never know but I can dream.

The convicted orange con claims he saved the Affordable Care Act (AKA Obamacare).

“Do I save it and make it as good as it can be, or do I let it rot, and I saved it.”

Bullshit Boy claims that people who aren’t U.S. citizens are being imported and encouraged to vote

“We have to have borders, and we have to have good elections. Our elections are bad. And a lot of these illegal immigrants coming in, they’re trying to get them to vote. They can’t even speak English. They don’t even know what country they’re in, practically. And these people are trying to get them to vote, and that’s why they’re allowing them to come into our country,” Trump said.

This mushroom-dicked, makeup addicted, lying sack of diarrheal buffalo feces is the worst public speaker I’ve ever seen. He makes his desperately awkward veep choice, J.D. Couchfucker, look like Socrates, both of the Obamas, JFK and Churchill combined.

BB (Bullshit Boy) even did a variation of his spectacularly bogus claim that children are undergoing gender change surgery at school.

“She wants to do transgender operations on illegal immigrants.”

Hilarious! Who, I ask you WHO, believes the insane ravings of this madman?

The idiot also said that Democrats support execution after birth. NO...FALSE—that would be murder, infanticide, you no-nothing, hysterical rapist! Republicans and their bamboozling thoughts and prayers are already doing that post-birth abortion shit with their NRA backed school shootings. Thenkyewveddymuch.

Skitter is NOT amused

Last night, Desperate Donnie even replayed the ridiculous lie that Haitian immigrants in Ohio are stealing and eating everyone’s cats and dogs. (Nope dudes, that's RFK jr. you're thinking of)

All of BB’s debate lies, that I’ve noted here, were taken from NBC’s fact-check post. Check it for a much longer listing of the absurd spewings.

Following the debate, singer, entertainer, billionaire businesperson and all around superstar Taylor Swift, endorsed Kamala and Tim. YES!

“I think she is a steady-handed, gifted leader and I believe we can accomplish so much more in this country if we are led by calm and not chaos.” (full text at the link)

She signed off with her name and the title, “Childless Cat Lady.” 

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Is the delusional old man’s bid to avoid prison nothing more than a flaming pile of rubles now? I hope, the fuck, so!

Work, Work, Work

The good news—taking a shower no longer feels like exercise. It doesn’t exhaust me. Mind you, these are sit down showers—my balance continues to be too banjaxed to manage a stand up, stand alone experience. Is this permanent? I think it depends, in part, on how diligent I am in my rehab workouts.

Not so great news—I 'm still unable to walk more than a quarter of a mile without becoming wickedly winded. I blame my lazy tendencies. I’d be further along if I’d do my little indoor rehab exercises every single day. I need to quit faffing around and just DO IT. I've gotta pick a time, get in the habit and build up my damn strength.

It seems counterintuitive but the more I do, the more I exercise, the more energy and resilience I have. Today though, just thinking about it is wearing me clean out.

Exhaustion is a thin blanket tattered with bullet holes.
~ Matthew De Abaitua, If Then

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

The bags under my eyes were definitely well past the carry-on limit.
~ Sarah Gailey, Magic for Liars

Failure at some point in your life is inevitable, but giving up is unforgivable.
~ Joe Biden

Books and Coffee

One of the things I left out of yesterday’s post—I can no longer drink coffee and this is giving me mondo sads. It grieves me a LOT. I miss the ritual of making the coffee—grinding the organic, Italian roast, shade grown, fair trade beans, picking out a mug (from ones handmade by potter friends) and grabbing my soy or coconut milk from the fridge while the coffee percs. I miss the taste.

WHY can’t I have this? Late last week, when I was at MGH for a CT scan, I had time for a cup. I only had half of a small and, that night, could NOT sleep a bit. I mean, I had two weed gummies which bought me an hour or two in lullaby land but THAT WAS IT!

Try decaf you say? Oh please. Maybe it’s just me but decaf just isn’t as luscious as a caffeinated brew. It’s weak sauce, insipid even. But wait…this is the 21st century. Surely, if I make a precise enough google search, I can find what my taste buds desire?

And lo, I MIGHT have just the thing!

Café Mam (say “mom”) is grown by fair trade cooperatives of native Maya farmers living in the highlands of Chiapas, Mexico. It is 100% organic, certified fair trade, shade-grown, high altitude, arabica coffee. (source)

They carry a decaf Italian roast which has notes of dark chocolate, roasted pecans, maple syrup and dried fruit. Sounds heavenly! Also the caffeine is removed using a chemical-free method called the Swiss Water process (only water is used, no solvents, to decaffeinate beans). 

I’m gonna order a small bag and see if it’s awesome.
~~~
I finished The Regional Office is Under Attack! by Manuel Gonzales.

In a world beset by amassing forces of darkness, one organization—the Regional Office—and its coterie of super-powered female assassins protects the globe from annihilation. At its helm, the mysterious Oyemi and her oracles seek out new recruits and root out evil plots. Then a prophecy suggests that someone from inside might bring about its downfall. And now, the Regional Office is under attack. (source)

It was a fine read but ended on an unfinished note. What happened to Sarah and Rose? Did they kill each other? Did Oyemi die in the fire or did she escape? Will she rebuild her empire? And what about Henry?

I suspected there might be a sequel BUT this came out in 2016—I would think that, if a second book was forthcoming, it’d be out by now. Hmmmmm.

Until my next new read (The Forever War by Joe Haldeman) becomes available at the library, I’m rereading Douglas Adams’s The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. I can’t believe that I forgot how incredibly witty Adams was. WHY have I not been rereading him on the regular as I do with John Scalzi?!!!

Here’s what he wrote about the Vogons (who were responsible for Earth’s destruction, in order to make way for an intergalactic highway construction project):

The fairest thing you can say about them, is that they know what they like, and what they like generally involves hurting people and, wherever possible, getting very angry.

Vogon’s are said to be:

“one of the most unpleasant races in the galaxy—not actually evil, but bad-tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous”

Also:

Vogons have "as much sex appeal as a road accident" as well as being the authors of "the third worst poetry in the universe”.

Adams has described the Republican Party to a T. Okay, except for the “not actually evil” bit. The Party of Trump is MOST DEF evil. One other minor quibble—"third worst poetry” writers? I’m not aware of any right wing poets. If any exist, I imagine they’re, not third but right up at the tippy top of the awful authors list.

Hilarity Ensues

Listen, it's funny and all that J.D. Vance wants to fuck dolphins and couches and probably a bunch of other things (Roombas, throw pillows and, when he feels like being Danger Boy, air fryers), but, what’s really important to remember is that he's an invertebrate masquerading as a human. He’ll espouse any heinously cruel set of inhumane laws and regs as long as the price is right.

J. Divan Fauxbilly is also a comedic gift who just gives and gives and gives. He’s not funny like Jonathan Winters or Robin Williams; he’s ridiculous like Madge Traitor Greene or that imbecile from Colorado.

How so? For a person who’s written a “memoir,” there are an interesting array of surprises coming out about him.

First, it turns out he’s not actually from Appalachia at all. He was raised in a large (2,000 sq. ft.), comfortable looking home in southwestern Ohio. Was his mother really, truly abusive or was that another of his lies?

Second, the man has quite a few aliases. His name at birth was James Donald Bowman. It was later changed to James David Hamel by his mother.

Vance spent more than two decades as James David “J.D.” Hamel. It’s the name by which he graduated Middletown High School, served in Iraq as a U.S. Marine (officially, Cpl. James D. Hamel), earned a political science degree at The Ohio State University and blogged his ruminations as a 26-year-old student at Yale Law School. (source) 

After that he changed his last name to Vance. When he entered politics he took the periods out of J. D. now going by JD Vance. How long will he stick with this alias?

Third, as a young’un he thought he was gay. Now, he’s rabidly anti-LGBTQ+. Is he deep in the closet with steel reinforced barricades or is he simply motivated to insane cruelty by his lust for power and money?

Moran and Log Cabin Republicans this week celebrated Trump’s pick of Vance, who during his 2022 Senate campaign said he would have voted against legislation codifying same-sex and interracial marriage rights. (source) 

Fourth, sources are saying the story of J Divan’s couch fucking kink is NOT in his Shillbilly Elegy book. Various “journalists” are saying it’s a hoax. My question—can it be proved that he did NOT take indecent advantage of his grandmother’s furniture?

No, I didn’t think so. Until there’s verifiable evidence, what we have is a Schrödinger’s Sofa situation. The couch is both violated and unmolested at the same time.

Fifth—like a lot of men, J.D. likes his porn. What kind, you ask? Dolphin on human women action seems to be his preference.

The Ohio senator was mocked on his own social media post because of a picture that he shared which showed a dolphin apparently attempting to mate with a woman.
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…Vance posted Saturday with the picture, which was captioned with: "Woman gets violated by a dolphin and enjoys it.”

The problem, according to the commenters, is that the words "woman" and "dolphin" were highlighted in the image, suggesting that whoever took the screenshot apparently searched for those exact terms. (source)

Just FYI, dolphins will attempt to mate with pretty much everything that moves and have even been known to try and have a go at humans. 

This is the most I’ve found about dolphin on human sex. Granted, I didn’t do a deep porn dive—I don’t need the spam, ads and craziness that follow a search like that.

Basic common sense tells me that dolphin and human sexy bits are, most likely, incompatible. Dolphins weigh up to 1,000 pounds and the males are nasty, violent, rapey motherfuckers with females of their species. Also, they mate underwater. I’d be surprised to read of a human woman surviving the encounter.

So, J.D. Vance is into dolphin/human porn? I wonder if the folks in Ohio know that the fascist they voted to represent them in the Senate is a sexytime ichthyophile. Oh wait…dolphins are mammals not fish so this would count as bestiality then?

Apparently he also shares tentacle porn with his kids. Hello, Child Protective Services? There’s a home in Ohio that you might want to visit ASAP.

Lastly, found on GT Conway’s Threads page:

Vance to Megyn Kelly on "childless cat ladies": "Obviously it was a sarcastic comment. I’ve got nothing against cats. …"  (source)

N.B., he did not say that he’s got nothing against women—just cats. More of his lies and extreme nonsense here at a post on The Hill.

Christ almighty, this man is breathtakingly incompetent. I guess Yale Law School failed to teach him public speaking or, maybe, he was absent that week—too busy surfing dolphin porn in his dorm room.

Also, he keeps claiming his statement that the country was being run by “a bunch of childless cat ladies who are miserable at their own lives…want to make the rest of the country miserable, too” was “sarcasm.” Sure it was Jimmy.

Is It November Yet?

I have an emotional hangover from all the weeks of mainstream media attacks on Biden with not a word about the corruption, felonies, convictions, constant lies and idiocy of the Trump crime-ing industrial complex.

The talking heads have also not said a word about the convicted felonious fuck’s obvious descent into dementia. His father died in June 1999, eight years after his first formal diagnosis of dementia, and it looks like Cheato is following his lead. Will it be eight long years before ShitzenPantz kicks the bucket?

It wasn’t just Fox, CNN, the Washington Post and the NY Times who engaged in Biden bashing though. Every day, or so it seemed, another prominent Dem Party politician and/or big deal celebrity was calling for the best president in my long lifetime, to step down. These were almost all wealthy, healthy, het, white men—people who would be able to smoothly, easily ride out an Orange Asshole dictatorship.

I’m furious. I feel betrayed. The Party kicked off a Dems in Disarray circular firing squad. They fell for the same old, tired Republican gaslighting.

I no longer feel able to trust the only party who, generally, shows a lick of sense.

Does this mean I’ll start voting third party? Fuck no! Voting for imbeciles like Worm Brain Kennedy or Woo Woo Williamson or Putin’s little buddy, Jill Stein, is the same as voting for the 24/7 Death and Suffering Republicans. NOT voting amounts to the same thing. I’m unable to do much at this stage of my life but I can and will vote. It’s my defense against bullshit extra suffering and an early death.

Trump’s made it clear that he thinks disabled people should just hurry up and die. I’m sure JD Nazi feels the same way. (by the by, did you know that the D in JD, stands for Divan, the sexiest of couches?)

I like MVP Harris A LOT and am excited that she’s the candidate. She’s amazing. I trust her and that’s not something done lightly or easily. I will most def be voting for her and whoever she picks as her VP. Governor Beshear of Kentucky and Senator Mark Kelly of Arizona both strike me as great choices.

Looks like the fecal brained old dumpster fire, who the Grotesque Old Party supports is having serious cold feet about debating a woman who’s a former prosecutor, district attorney, attorney general in California and vice president.

Trump has said he would debate Harris, and face off against her "more than once." But he said on his social media platform that he believes it should be hosted by Fox News, instead of ABC News. The former president called ABC "fake news" and a “joke." (source)

This is his first move in what will be a long drawn out, chicken shit retreat from what would undoubtedly be, for him alone, an absolutely humiliating performance.

Harris on debating the Gish galloping fool?

I'm ready to debate Donald Trump. I have agreed to the previously agreed upon Sept. 10 debate. He agreed to that previously. Now it appears he's backpedaling. (source)

She’s ready to go but the elderly, feeble brained, bully boy’s scared. He’s apparently still aware enough, just barely, to know that a debate with her will reveal to all that he’s nothing more than an incompetent, mentally ill pool of warthog puke.

“So think of it: They get me to that position, and then their campaign says, ‘I’m the prosecutor, and he is the convicted felon.’ That’s their campaign,” Trump said. “I don’t think people are going to buy it.” (source)

I think they will…except for his diehard cult of dimwits.


He’s toast and he knows it. The decaying griftasaurus already played his histrionic, lying-ass stack of fire hose bombast. He doesn’t have any other tricks hidden in his diaper.

So then, I’m thrilled to my core about Kamala Harris being our candidate. The way Biden played the GOP with  the timing of his withdrawal from the race was absolutely masterful. He has, so far, been the best, most inclusive and incisive president of my long lifetime.

“The great thing about America is here, kings and dictators do not rule — that people do,” Biden said as he closed his address. “History is in your hands. The power is in your hands. The idea of America lies in your hands.” (source)

Yes, it is. VOTE!