Now I'm told that Fred and Ethel nee Lucy and Babalu have bonded with the foster mom and respond to Spider (Fred and Babalu) and Nugget (Lucy and Ethel) and that Nugget is actually a boy
Spider and Nugget it is until it's not. That's Nugget above. We haven't informed Olive yet that Spider and Nugget will be her new roommates in September much less her new roommates are both boys. She's already freaking out, this Friday we're driving to the Leelanau Peninsula in Michigan's far north lower peninsula for ten days, we got out our suitcases and Olive knows what that means and is already sulking, Stanley is blind and can't see the suitcases but knows Olive is sulking and can guess why and is sulking. L was invited to the Traverse City plein air competition, I will have the days to myself while she paints, as always on vacation I have no plans to post and no plans to not post, I just know I will be throwing discs at baskets here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here, and tbd the other days. There is a reason every post but two a year are tagged My Complicity. When I design and produce my own putter it will look like this:
Four people independently have said to me in the past week some version of If Only Dump Died Things Necessarily Will Get Better. Is it me or have you seen anywhere a What Would Happen If Dump Strokes Out Tomorrow? speculative piece from any top tier Shitlord or Liberal barker down to shitty little bleggers like me? Do people think Crackerstani and Christerstani assholes will turn less assholy, that Democrats will stop being full partners in your enshittification, immiseration, and upcoming eradication? Does anyone not think if Dump dies peacefully in his sleep tonight they won't prop his body up somewhere and sniper shoot it while ketchup packets explode on his chest and blame me, jeffantifa, Seorge Goros paid me $25 to do it, and the coup starts? Do people really think everything will be rainbowier when the diapered stool dies? That everyone who's profited and grown fat with power will slither away trying to escape their comeuppance? That shitlord's will cease being batshit crazy motherfucking sociopaths? Yes, the above, besides a putter, *is* an allusion to Gass' *The Tunnel,* the crest of my branch of the Party of Disappointed People, the ostracized not-fascist one not digging tunnels in our basements
So I'm going on vacation to a gorgeous county in Michigan where I will disc golf and hike and drink local beer and smoke good weed and hang out with my wife and daughter and son-in-law and try not to think about my enshittification and immiseration and eventual eradication and will fail. Revolution, mofos, always tainted with selfish complicity with what one rebels against. This post is partly an attempt to burn off the manic before vacation and will fail. Too, David Thomas was born 73 years ago last Sunday the 14th, in an act of complicity nineteen years ago L and I were at this Pere Ubu show in Harrisburg Pennsylvania:
BIG NEWS! In the private democracy I live in I have been outvoted, per usual, 2 to 1, and Lucy and Babalu will be Fred and Ethel, the sillyass reason is unimportant (I didn't ask so don't know what it is, I eat the (wine I drink the bread) vote results and will honor the vote and not claim it rigged, nor crash a fucking unwatchable NBA game and then fall asleep as I'm booed). Too, turns out Ethel nee Lucy is NOT a Scottish Fold, a relief, actually, since I've read that Scottish Folds come with many unpleasant and debilitating for the cat health issues
Good news for me if not for you: I'm back on this drug, it helps me cope more than even tending this shitty blog BIG NEWS! Two posts before this one post (the link above), when Fred and Ethel were still Lucy and Babalu, I mentioned Lambert Strether, a character in Henry James "The Ambassadors," and remembered digibud Lambert and later wondered whether he (both the alias and the person using the alias) still online, and yes, look here and then bookmark it and read daily!
NEW OLD NEWS! I have done zero research into Graham Platner's history and character deliberately, I said to a question asked me yesterday by a chaired History professor renowned as a Liberal Sage with a specialty in New Deal history, though I noted that every professional (and amateur) Liberal and Corporate Democrat I would expect to campaign against a threat from the Left has united to fight Platner harder than they've ever fought Tronald Dump, so Platner can't be all *that* bad. He has a fucking Nazi tattoo, said chaired History professor, who lives one zip code east of mine and has the same congressman. You work on Jaime Raskin's campaigns, I said, he funds the Israeli genocide in Gaza and the Israeli ethnic cleansing of the West Bank and now southern Lebanon, you still voting for him? A Nazi tattoo is more disqualifying than funding genocide and ethnic cleansing and imperialist land theft? Chaired History professor informed me, That's different and fuck you
BIG NEWS! Fellowjeff's Noise & Syrup, my very favorite show of hundreds in the thirty years I've been listening for hours daily to WFMU, is on this Summer's schedule, the song above and below from the first show this morning!
For the record, if Platner is elected I fully expect him to fund the neverending Israeli genocide in Gaza and the Israeli ethnic cleansing in the West Bank and now southern Lebanon and to vote in general like all motherfucking Corporate Democrats, it's just illustrative that Corporate Democrats' Job One is to destroy even the most minor threat from the Left, I said to the other professor engaged in the conversation at the Circ Desk after Chaired History professor stormed out. Yup, second professor said
Go to the 32:45 mark (autocorrect capitalized that Mark, gospel truth) to watch this shitty blog's Official Bleggalgazing Anthem, May 31st this shitty blog's Bleggalgazing Day for reasons I forget and reasons I remember but don't type this time, two days late this year because I no longer adhere to this shitty blog's rites as religiously as once, and this one now posted primarily for its Anthem and three related Theme Songs
The gleggalbaze: this project has evolved into aiding me process and cope and protest and document the world our sociopath shitlord owners brazenly and hastily, like time is running out, are openly attempting to impose on us, so it's therapeutic, yes, but more importantly I still enjoy making these poems. Also too:
And while bot-hits now outnumber people hits by a factor of tens of thousands a day (so there's no point my quitting the blog for fear of AI bots ripping me off or shitlords' ubiquitous surveillance of my treason), THANK YOU YOU WHO VISIT, there is still a community of sorts here in Dead, Blegsylvania, and very thank you to yinz that reach out with emails, comments, words, art, Kindness
