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I’ve spent hours trying to figure out what the first sentence of this article should be, and I keep coming back to one simple thought: This is all wrong. Charlie Kirk is dead, murdered, presumably assassinated. We still don’t know all the details. I couldn’t think of a positive thing to say about Charlie even if I tried. But this? This is wrong. Very, very wrong.
It’s not just that he had the personal right to live and breathe air no matter what you or I thought of him. It’s that our society doesn’t work this way. Or at least it’s not supposed to. Even if you feel that Charlie Kirk’s rhetoric amounted to hate speech, we have laws and judges and juries for that. The response to someone standing on a stage and spewing hate speech is not to shoot them to death. It’s wrong on a personal level, wrong on a societal level, and it’s counterproductive to whatever your cause might be.
As I’m writing this, we still don’t know who did this or why. That information may have since come out by the time you’re reading this. And since the Trump regime is in charge of the federal criminal investigation, we may not even be able to trust what the FBI ends up announcing.
For now, suffice it to say that I don’t know a lot of bleeding heart liberals with sniper rifle training. But if it does turn out that the person who did this came from our side of the political fence, then we need to condemn that person as loudly and emphatically as possible. We have to keep this from devolving into the kind of anarchist nightmare where voices on all sides have to be afraid to speak up for fear of violent retaliation. Liberals are, always, the adults in the room. It has to be the same way now.
In the meantime, this is all wrong. Donald Trump’s criminal incitement of the January 6th terrorist attack was wrong. The recent assassination of two Democratic Party leaders in Minnesota was wrong. The murder of Charlie Kirk is wrong. Political violence is always wrong, and we must always condemn it – and mean it. There are no exceptions to that rule just because we can’t think of anything positive to say about someone.
I’m sorry friends. Maybe I am a truly horrible person, but my first reaction upon hearing ot the shooting was best summed up in this meme:
I know I shouldn’t be making light of this since the country is a powder keg right now, just waiting for that one incident to set it off. I hope this was not that incident…
Came home yesterday around noon. After wrapping myself enough so that certain areas that needed to stay dry stayed dry, I grabbed a quick shower and then collapsed into bed where I slept for several hours,
Last night definitely required some Ella, and will ya look at what was delivered in my absence last week!
The surgery went exceedingly well by all accounts. Thank you all for your well wishes; they are appreciated! No, I will not be posting pictures of the aftermath. (It’s gnarly.) But hey, I came through it and quite surprisingly, there’s been no pain that plain old Tylenol hasn’t knocked down completely.
That was the first surprise considering what they had to do to access the tumor. The second surprise was that they were planning on discharging me nearly five days ahead of what I’d been planning for. So now, instead of going home next Saturday, I’ll be out on Tuesday—assuming there are no complications within the next 48 hours. The final surprise—one that brought tears to my eyes—came after they transferred me out of the ICU and gave me a speaking valve for my trachestomy tube: I could still talk! Yeah, I sound like I have a mouth full of marbles, but I’m still quite legible! Once all the swelling goes down I’m expecting a full recovery to the voice I was left with after my first match with cancer 22 years ago.
My care team at every stage has been exemplary; the only regret I have is that when I get the eventual survey in the mail regarding my care I won’t have their names to call out specifically for the outstanding service that was provided.
So that’s where we stand this early Sunday morning. I still have more tubes and wires attached to me than I care to document, so typing is slow and getting out of bed requires a small army for assistance, but as I told my hunky bearish nurse (thanks, Myrtle Mary!) this morning, “It’s still better than the alternative.” Most everything is supposed to be disconnected tomorrow, and that will make my last day in the hospital so much easier.
Ben has been visiting every day—despite suffering a detached retina after I went into surgery on Tuesday and his subsequent surgery/followup. It doesn’t rain but it pours. WTF is going on in our reality anyway?
I have to say the thing that has hurt the most over the past week is being away from the dogs. I’m still surprised how quickly Sophie and I bonded, and I’m thankful we have doggie cams set up at the house so I can at least see her. Ben said she and Raffi are still faithfully watching for my return—and I expect Sophie especially to jump out of her skin when i walk through the front doorl
I’ve cued up a month’s worth of nekkid menz for your enjoyment since I’ll probably be offline for a bit.
I entered a raffle a couple weeks ago for a totally unneeded bit of kit, never expecting to actually win it, but in a bit of blind luck, I was notified yesterday that my name was drawn and after verifying shipping details, it’s on its way to me. Despite everything else that’s going on in our world, I take this as a good sign that today’s procedure will be a success.
hey folks — here’s a short one for Labor Day. I’ll be back tomorrow with the usual full-length documentation of all the atrocities.
let’s listen as America’s self-appointed puppy perforator drags reality out back to the gravel pit and puts one right between its eyes.
Noem: “but we will continue to go after the worst of the worst across the country like President Trump has told us to do. we’re focusing on those that are perpetuating murder and rape and trafficking of drugs and humans across our country. every single citizen deserves to be safe.”
Ed O’Keefe: “part of what distinguished the Los Angeles operations, however, is that National Guard Troops were there, in essence, protecting or backing up those federal agents as they were conducting operations. is that what we should expect to see in Chicago?”
Noem: “I do know that LA wouldn’t be standing if today if President Trump hadn’t taken action.”
Everything Is Broken And Only Dear Leader Can Fix It™ is a fever-swamp fairy tale straight out of the authoritarian’s playbook — and it’s just lies piled on top of lies.
ICE thugs hiding in the back of a rented van in a Home Depot parking lot and ambushing any random brown person who happens to wander by isn’t ‘going after the worst of the worst’ — it’s just straight-up racism, that’s all it is.
nannies, farm workers, cleaning ladies, firefighters and food truck operators don’t have side gigs doing murders and rapes, no matter how much ICE Barbie insists they do. and what’s all this horse shit about ‘LA wouldn’t be standing if today if President Trump hadn’t taken action’ by sending in the Guard?
let’s saunter down memory lane, and review just what went on with the National Guard in Los Angeles — because the firehose of fuckery from these shitweasels is so unrelenting that it’s easy to forget what happened only three months ago.
Donny’s ICE thugs strolled into downtown Los Angeles, looking to fuck shit up.
On Friday morning, federal agents from ICE, the Department of Homeland Security, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the Drug Enforcement Administration conducted raids across Los Angeles, including at two Home Depots, a doughnut shop, and a clothing wholesaler, in search of workers they suspected of being undocumented immigrants.
protesters then confronted ICE — and it cannot be over-stressed that the protests were confined to a microscopic section of LA (circled in red below):
most Los Angeles residents had no idea that the protests were even happening, but America’s Mad King, as is his fucked-up wont, completely lost his shit, and overreacted. he told the country that the entire city was on fire, and Only Dear Leader Can Fix It.™ he sent two thousand National Guard troops to put down this imaginary insurrection — a thing he did without any forethought or planning, resulting in the Guard having to sleep on a warehouse floor.
most Los Angeles residents had no idea that the protests were even happening, but America’s Mad King, as is his fucked-up wont, completely lost his shit, and overreacted. he told the country that the entire city was on fire, and Only Dear Leader Can Fix It.™ he sent two thousand National Guard troops to put down this imaginary insurrection — a thing he did without any forethought or planning, resulting in the Guard having to sleep on a warehouse floor.
none of it was necessary. it was just performative fascism.
and now we’re seeing this Only Dear Leader Can Fix It™ clownfuckery being repeated in Washington DC, where Guard troops who were sent to deal with another imaginary crime wave are now raking leaves and hauling garbage.
in a few weeks, these Guard, too, will be sent home, after having their time, training — and taxpayer money — completely wasted.
as with Los Angeles, none of this is necessary. it’s just pure, performative police state fascism.
now, we’re about to see this pomp and stupidity play out a third time, in Chicago — because once again, Only Dear Leader Can Fix It™.
“no one in the administration — the president, or anybody under him — has called anyone in my administration, or me, and have not called the city of Chicago, or anyone else. so it’s clear that in secret, they’re planning this— well, it’s an invasion, with US troops, if they in fact do that. they other thing is, they ought to be coordinating with local law enforcement. they ought to let us know when they’re coming, where they’re coming, if it’s ICE, or it it’s ATF, whoever it is. but they don’t want to do that, either. and I must say, it’s disruptive, it’s dangerous, it tends to inflame passions on the ground, when they don’t let us know what their plans are, when we can’t coordinate with them.”
this, my friends, is the difference between representative government and fascism for fascism’s sake.
if Donny and his merry band of shithole goons were actually interested in mitigating all this supposed crime happening in Chicago, they’d be coordinating the fuck out of the whole operation. right now, there would be a hundred conference calls a day happening between Chicago and DC. ‘ok, let’s figure out where the crime is, and where to best deploy.’ every last detail would be worked out in advance.
but none of that shit is going on, because the Mad King could give a fuck about actually fighting crime. what he wants is a fascistic display of force. what he wants is dominance — because deep down inside, Donny is an emotionally-scarred little boy who never got over being told what a weak piece of shit he was by his tyrant Klansman father, and now he’s going to make the entire world suffer as a result.
it’s all so fucked up. this is what happens when you let the most broken-inside person ever to walk the face of the earth hold the reins of power.
Only Dear Leader Can Fix It™? yeah, right.
now let’s circle back to Little Ms Hair Extensions — because I’m so old, I remember when the woman who is now so hot for the National Guard to invade every state was actually against federalizing the Guard.
“If Joe Biden federalizes the National Guard, that would be a direct attack on states’ rights.”
oh, I see. federalizing the Guard is bad when Joe Biden does it, but good when Dear Leader does it.
let me guess why Kristi feels this way: because reasons. did I guess right? what do I win?
now here’s a spoiler alert: Joe Biden never federalized the National Guard. he never even threatened to. what he did want was for Texas’ sadistic governor, Greg Abbott, to remove the razor-wire booby traps he’d put in the Rio Grande.
every Republican completely lost their shit over Joe’s objection to the human rights abuses going on at the border, and accused him of wanting to do the very thing that Dear Leader is actually doing right now — in ICE Barbie’s own words, a direct attack on states’ rights.
well, it’s 1,418 words and three hours since I sat down at the laptop and wrote ‘hey folks — here’s a short one for Labor Day.’
I really did try to crank out a quick one, but it look like I suck at short. have a great Labor Day, everyone. see you tomorrow.
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
