This is what used to happen in the East Room of the White House. It's Black History Month. DON'T FORGET!!!

Wondering why two murders caught live on cell phones in Minneapolis have not resulted in warrants and apprehension. If I did that I would have been picked up with prejudice and held while the paperwork wound its way to a courtroom. Forgive a dumb question but why did local police not act?

KEEP THAT FIRE LIT!!!

I wonder how much longer it will take MAGA evangelicals and the GOP to suddenly realize that they are all just DONALD TRUMP'S SECTS SLAVES.

I asked ChatGPT some questions...

Here's an interesting bit of crumpet, scarfed from Imgur... but evidently harvested from Instagram.

Gangrene is setting in.

Just you wait.

ICE=SS=ISIS. Seen that a long way off, a long time ago.

It occurred to me just now that because I decided I want it that Mar-A-Lago belongs to me, including mineral rights. The dying old fat man and the frowsy, past-their-prime, botoxed, Ozempiced-up females who are guarding the place need to move on asap. Two at a time, to Sentinel Island preferably.

Funny how relevant this keeps being.

Entered the following into ChatGPT this afternoon and got a surprisingly insightful series of responses. Here's the text I used, give 'er a go yourself! I asked several supplemental questions and they were all worthy of further study and contemplation. 1/2

Currently unavailable, a website that analyzes complex, systemic classism. Wonder why. What we have here is a thing Schussler Fiorenza calls 'kyriarchy', struggling to violently assert itself for the benefit of a few extremely ambitious and entitled persons. projects.iq.harvard.edu/elisabethsch...

Ultimately under certain circumstances anyway. Add liquor and mind and mood altering recreational pharmaceuticals... stir vigorously.

I remember my brother got a cassette dub of this somehow back about 1983. We live a looong way from wherever these stores were. I really don't like ads, hate 'em actually but ~these~ ones are great!

They don't fuck around in Auld Reekie at New Year's. Every year at midnight the Citadel looks like it is under bombardment!

How I'm feelin' about New Year's... pursued and desperate in a gods-help-us-all kinda way. It's midnight and the cat is neither alive nor dead, and it's the expectation of the observer that will inform what's there when the lid comes off the box. One way or the other this darkness has got to give.

You can rearrange the letters in Hudson's Bay to spell 'shun bad soy'. I hope Chuckie Kirk's widow finds out, I want to hear it right from her that that's a message from Satan.

"What I think is much easier to understand - and, I think, is also the most powerful - is the influence of our background. And it's absolutely impossible for you to have grown up in the household that you did, with the interests that you have, for that not to have the same effect on you."

And, and, and...

All roads lead to Art Tatum.

A poem for Winter Solstice: "The Shortest Day" by Susan Cooper, author The Dark is Rising and numerous other luminous books. The image is from www.thelostland.com. The poem is © Susan Cooper.

Too much corporate, factory and industrial type thinking going into everything these days if I may be perfectly candid.

Thyge van Dassen is the leader of ANTIFA. Come get him if you think you can, fascist motherfuckers! 😆

I just knew somebody somewhere. Heh!

Two weeks to go in 2025 and as of today a full two dozen people I have had a meaningful conversation or shared a joke with since New Year's Day have passed through. Mostly elderly folk but still. Death, be not proud.

I have a friend who is on his way to Phoenix with his teenage daughter to attend Americafest. He asked her what she would like for her birthday and this is what she wanted. He was reticent, but curious. He's led an interesting and adventurous life; evidently his daughter is cut from the same cloth.