But damn, it's pretty. Sony certainly knew how to do their jewel tones.
This Country Is Broken
RIGHT?!?
Words of Wisdom
For those who are stressed out and depressed by reading about politics, but don't want to completely block it out and risk being uninformed, here's a tip: Focus your reading on solutions, not problems. Read only articles and posts about what is being done to solve the problems we face, or about what should be done about them — about those who are fighting back against Trump's depredations in various ways, how you can help do so, how the Democrats need to change in order to win elections in the future, and suchlike. Skip the ones that are basically just "here are all the latest terrible things that are happening" or "here's yet another example of how bad and awful and terrible Trump is". You already know bad things are happening and you already know Trump is awful. Wallowing in more of that will just depress you further while providing nothing positive. Reading exclusively about resistance and positive action will keep you still informed but a lot less stressed out. – Infidel753
[Thanks Rick]
Alternate Timeline
Will He Be Deported Or Die Of A Ketamine Overdose First?
"What Are You Waiting For?"
FUCK TESLA
Your Moral Compass Is Broken
Relaying A Message
Mark Elias: An Open Letter to Elon Musk
(via http://ishouldbelaughing.blogspot.com/)
Elon Musk attacked democracy defender and superstar court lawyer Marc Elias as "undermining civilization," taunting him by asking if he suffered "generational trauma" and Elias's response was brilliant and worth amplifying:
Mr. Musk,
You recently criticized me and another prominent lawyer fighting for the rule of law and democracy in the United States. I am used to being attacked for my work, particularly on the platform you own and dominate.
I used to be a regular on Twitter, where I amassed over 900,000 followers—all organic except for the right-wing bots who seemed to grow in number. Like many others, I stopped regularly posting on the site because, under your stewardship, it became a hellscape of hate and misinformation.
I also used to buy your cars—first a Model X and then a Model S—back when you spoke optimistically about solving the climate crisis. My family no longer owns any of your cars and never will.
But this is not the reason I am writing. You don't know me. You have no idea whether I have suffered trauma and if I have, how it has manifested. And it's none of your business.
However, I will address your last point about generational trauma. I am Jewish, though many on your site simply call me "a jew." Honestly, it's often worse than that, but I'm sure you get the point. There was a time when Twitter would remove antisemitic posts, but under your leadership, tolerating the world's oldest hatred now seems to be a permissible part of your "free speech" agenda.
Like many Jewish families, mine came to America because of trauma. They were fleeing persecution in the Pale of Settlement—the only area in the Russian Empire where Jews were legally allowed to reside. Even there, life was difficult—often traumatic. My family, like others, lived in a shtetl and was poor. Worse, pogroms were common—violent riots in which Jews were beaten, killed and expelled from their villages.
By the time my family fled, life in the Pale had become all but impossible for Jews. Tsar Nicholas II's government spread anti-Jewish propaganda that encouraged Russians to attack and steal from Jews in their communities. My great-grandfather was fortunate to leave when he did. Those who stayed faced even worse circumstances when Hitler's army later invaded.
That is the generational trauma I carry. The trauma of being treated as "other" by countrymen you once thought were your friends. The trauma of being scapegoated by authoritarian leaders. The trauma of fleeing while millions of others were systematically murdered. The trauma of watching powerful men treat it all as a joke—or worse.
As an immigrant yourself, you can no doubt sympathize with what it means to leave behind your country, extended family, friends and neighbors to come to the United States. Of course, you probably had more than 86 rubles in your pocket. You probably didn't ride for nine days in the bottom of a ship or have your surname changed by immigration officials.
As new immigrants, life wasn't easy. My family lived in cramped housing without hot water. They worked menial jobs—the kind immigrants still perform today.
Some may look down on those immigrants—the ones without fancy degrees—but my family was proud to work and grateful that the United States took them in. They found support within their Jewish community and a political home in the Democratic Party.
I became a lawyer to give back to the country that gave my family a chance. I specialize in representing Democratic campaigns because I believe in the party. I litigate voting rights cases because the right to vote is the bedrock of our democracy. I speak out about free and fair elections because they are under threat.
Now let me address the real crux of your post.
You are very rich and very powerful. You have thrown in with [The Felon]. Whether it is because you think you can control him or because you share his authoritarian vision, I do not know. I do not care.
Together, you and he are dismantling our government, undermining the rule of law and harming the most vulnerable in our society. I am just a lawyer. I do not have your wealth or your platform. I do not control the vast power of the federal government, nor do I have millions of adherents at my disposal to harass and intimidate my opponents. I may even carry generational trauma.
But you need to know this about me. I am the great-grandson of a man who led his family out of the shtetl to a strange land in search of a better life. I am the grandson of the three-year-old boy on that journey. As you know, my English name is Marc, but my Hebrew name is Elhanan (אֶלְחָנָן)—after the great warrior in David's army who slew a powerful giant.
I will use every tool at my disposal to protect this country from [The Felon]. I will litigate to defend voting rights until there are no cases left to bring. I will speak out against authoritarianism until my last breath.
I will not back down. I will not bow or scrape. I will never obey.
Defiantly,
Marc Elias
There's Always Tomorrow…
365 Days Of UNF: March 24th
Mirror Mirror On The Wall
"How Many Is Too Many?"
"Designed For The Lifestyle Of The 90s!"
Everything
Submitted Without Comment
🤣 🤣 🤣
Sunday Sacrilege
Wardrobe Malfunction (?)
More Importantly, How Much Is A Lethal Dose?
Sunday Morning Coffee And Cock
365 Days Of UNF: March 23rd
And Then I Woke Up… 😫
"What Are You Waiting For? It's Not Gonna Suck Itself!"
And Down Another Rabbit Hole I Go!
Every now and then the world reminds me that I'm really just a 28 year old trapped in a 65 year old body.
Comic Relief
After his 8th failed rocket attempt, I think it's safe to say Elon Musk has projectile dysfunction.
My best friend said that dating after 50 is like trying to find the least damaged thing in a thrift store that doesn't smell.
Me: Those are flies!
Dog: Sky raisins!
Every tech innovation for the last 15 years boils down to 'let's make everything shittier and force you to pay a monthly subscription for it.'
I don't mind getting older but my body is having a hissy fit about it.
I thought I was a good person, but the way I react when people drive slowly in the left lane would suggest otherwise.
If you ever think English is not a weird language just remember that read and lead rhyme and read and lead rhyme.
But read and lead don't rhyme, and neither do read and lead.
Missouri House unanimously approves bill allowing pregnant women to get a divorce. And yes it's 2025.
My wife and I decided we don't want children. It was a difficult decision, but we're telling them tonight.
I bought a new deodorant today. The instructions said, "Remove cap and push up bottom." Now I can barely walk, but whenever I fart, the room smells lovely!
No one can throw a bigger tantrum than a narcissist who loses control of someone else's mind.
Apparently, stress balls are not supposed to be thrown at people who are stressing you out.
I'm not saying I'm attractive, but when I get naked in the bathroom. I turn the shower on.
My son found me crying in the kitchen, wrapped his arms around me and said, "Is it because you're fat?"
Now I'm crying for two reasons.
Children are the only thing we remove from the human body and then keep.
Her: I have bad news dear. The doctor says we can't have sex for six weeks.
Him: Hmmmm. Well, what did the dentist say?
I barely talk to anyone. So if I talk to you and you're not a dog, congrats!
It turns out a ceiling fan will not cut a bagel in half even on high speed. Also, we need a new window.
Marjorie Taylor Greene said she doesn't want to discuss her vaccination status.
I agree – those conversations are best left between Marjorie and her veterinarian.
When I have to fill out a form asking who to call in case of an emergency, I always write ambulance. Because no one in my family is going to answer a call from an unknown number.
Old age is a thing… last night I was in bed for 20 min when I heard the pizza guy cough.
Then I remembered I came to my room for my wallet.
Today I was struggling to get my wife's attention.
So, I sat down on the sofa and looked comfortable.
That did the trick.
A narcissist mindset, that didn't happen, and if it did, it wasn't that bad, and if it was, it's not a big deal, and if it is, it's not my fault and if it was, I didn't mean it, and if I did, you made me do it.
How can we be sure that the Teslas aren't setting themselves on fire to avoid the association with Elon Musk?
We're going to have to color potatoes for Easter this year.
Every news agency reported that the capsule landed in the Gulf of Mexico and I'm sure the most petty man in the universe was fuming.
Donald Trump is trying to shutter the Department of Education, which will make it very difficult for students to know the last time America was grate.
When our lawn mower broke my wife kept nagging me to get it fixed. But, I always had something else to take care of. Finally, she thought of a clever way to make her point. I found her seated in the tall, unmowed grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway." The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
Doggies…
Dinner 5 minutes late?
Feeling under-petted?
Treats split in half?
YOU HAVE RIGHTS!
Call me – Koda, attorney at paw
I'll bark for you!
(800) RUF-LIFE
I want to live long enough to witness America's version of the Nuremberg trials.
I've renamed the body of water in my toilet "The Gulf of Trump" and anything floating in it a "Musk".
If you believe that teaching about god in public schools will improve people's morality, you first need to explain why it doesn't work in a church.
I will never understand how they were more upset about a Super Bowl halftime show than Elon Musk stealing our social security numbers.
A naked man broke into a church.
The police chased him around and finally caught him by the organ.
Fuck Musk
No, Donald Trump Can't Eliminate The Department Of Education
From Palmer Report:
Donald Trump has announced that he's signed an executive order eliminating the Department of Education. But in reality he's done no such thing. The Department of Education can't be eliminated by executive order. Even if it could, Trump's executive order doesn't claim to eliminate it. Only Congress can do that, and it would require sixty Senate votes – which will never happen. So why is Trump lying and claiming that he's eliminating the Department of Education.
Part of this is, obviously, to fire up his anti-government, anti-education, pro-ignorance base. The irony of their anti-education stance is that it makes it very easy for someone like Trump to fool them into believing that he's done something that he hasn't done. And so Trump gets to score points with his ignorant base just by making this false announcement, which they'll accept as fact.
Given Trump's declining cognitive condition, it's even possible that he believes his executive order has eliminated the Department of Education. Trump's babysitters appear to be selling him on all kinds of simplistic imaginary victories in order to keep him happy. But there's more to it than this, and it involves us.
By announcing that the Department of Education has been eliminated, Trump (or whatever babysitter cooked up this scheme) is trying to fool us into believing that it's a done deal. We're not ignorant enough to fall for this kind of thing, But we are busy, scattered, and trying to fight Trump on a dozen fronts at once amidst a confusing haze of disinformation. Accordingly a whole lot of folks on our side came out of this week believing that Trump has eliminated the Department of Education. Which is the point.
As important as the Department of Education may be to you, you're not going to fight to save it if you think it's already gone. And so the Trump regime is very much hoping that Trump's announcement this week has left you with the impression that the Department of Education has been shuttered and that the battle is over. Because then you won't bother to fight him on it.
In reality the Department of Education is very much alive. Trump can't kill it. Nor can this Congress under its current makeup. But they can drastically cut its funding, lay off a large number of employees, and weaken the agency to the point that it's not nearly as effective. In fact they're beginning to do this already this week – and they're hoping you won't notice because you're too busy mistakenly mourning the outright death of the Department of Education.
This is why it's so important to look past Trump's words, which nearly always overstate his abilities and actions, and to look past the media's resulting hyperbole, which nearly always attempts to convince us that we've already lost the battle and that there's nothing left to do but stare at our screen. We have to look at what's actually going on, what is and is not actually possible, what's actually happened. Then we can assess how specifically to fight back.
Right now we should be fighting to save the Department of Education from pending funding cuts and raise awareness about how important it is for all Americans to protect the agency. If all we do is sit around making social media posts that mistakenly mourn the death of an agency that hasn't died, all we're doing is making it easier for Trump to keep harming the agency. So let's go save the Department of Education. It's very much alive, but also very much in need of our immediate support.
I Won't Say It's My Muse, But…
Among my iTunes to MD transfers yesterday was Philip Glass' Satyagraha. I first heard this piece leaking through a wall I shared with a Folsom Street neighbor in San Francisco sometime in 1988 or thereabouts. I didn't know what it was—and this was long before Shzam and SoundHound (hell, I hadn't even bought my first modem at that point) were around to identify songs—but I recognized Philip Glass' unmistakable signature and went next door to finally meet the hunky neighbor who'd moved in a few weeks earlier and find out what was playing.
(Finding fellow Glass aficionados is pretty rare, TBH.)
Like nearly all of Philip's work, Satyagraha just plays me, but this one in particular—possibly more than even Akhnaten or the Koyannisqatsi soundtrack—reaches in on a deep, fundamental level. I haven't listened to this in years, but it was calling out to me as I scrolled through my library in search of things I wanted to transfer to physical media. I got about halfway through listening last night before my body was demanding sleep, but in that time—oh boy—it still packed a punch.
I won't go so far as to say this recording is my muse, but many, many years ago I put it on one day after I got home from a particularly stressful day at work, and by the time we got to Act 2 – Tagore, Scene 1 the music was all but screaming at me to get off my butt, pull out a blank canvas that had been gathering dust in a closet for months, and start painting.
This was the result of that push:

I won't say the music had the same effect on me last night as it did twenty-one years ago, but damn if it didn't clear away cobwebs, sweep away years worth of accumulated emotional and mental gunk, and as the woo-woo crowd might say, "aligned my chakras."
Postscript 3/26/25: Well, it seems I've written about this before. If it sounded vaguely familliar to any of my long-time readers, thank youfor not pointing it out and making me feel even more addled than I do for discovering it myself. I wonder how many duplicate subjects I've covered in the 20 years of this blog. Probably more than I care to know…