Author: Mark Alexander

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Mindful of my own karma, I am going to choose my words carefully to comment on the news that Orangecaligula and his whore both tested positive for COVID-19.

Supposedly.

There are currently two schools of thought on this announcement, showing just how far our country has fallen into the abyss. The first generally accepts the news at face value, and many of us on the left are sending “tots and pears” in response. To be honest, I was absolutely giddy—an emotion I haven’t really felt for the last four years—last night upon hearing the news. As much as one part of me would like to see him suffer and die from the disease he allowed to spread like wildfire across this country, the other, better part of me wishes both he and Melanoma a full recovery…so we can see them stripped of every last asset and forced to live out the rest of their pathetic, narcissistic lives in prison.

The second school of thought is saying that this is simply an elaborate ruse cooked up by the administration to get Trumplethinskin out of any further debates, seeing how unrestrained his firehose of effluent had been on Tuesday (was it only Tuesday?)—especially since the consensus seems to be that Biden “won” the debate if only because he was calm, cool, and well…presidential.

It was revealed this morning that the current Vice President and his wife  “Mother” both tested negative, thus dashing any fantasies of having a President Pelosi at the helm for even the briefest period of time if both Trump and Pence were to fall ill to such a degree they were unable to perform their duties. (To be honest, how could you actually tell if Trump was capable of performing his duties as President, because he sure as hell isn’t doing it now—or for that matter, for last four years.)

And that is all I’m going to say about it.

Debbie, however, would like to add something…

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A New Perspective

Almost everyone is familiar with this view we get of the Orion constellation:

But what most people don’t realize is the varying distances everything in that constellation is from Earth. Even I’d believed that the three belt stars were somewhat near each other…

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Vinyl Nerd Talk

For the first time since I started playing vinyl as a wee lad, this weekend I broke down and got a stylus scale and alignment protractor to verify my turntable was set up correctly.

They were unnecessary. My tonearm balancing skills were off by only 2/10 of a gram, and thanks to one of those ubiquitous white Technics cartridge alignment tools, the alignment was spot on. Still, good to know.

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13th & F

Among the many odd things I like to do online (get your minds out of the gutter, bitches!) is find photos taken in the last century and then look up the same location on Google Street View now to see that time has changed. I don’t do it that often, because Shorpy (the source of most of the old photos) doesn’t always provide exact locations—or at least locations that can easily be found on Street View. But occasionally I luck out as in the photo above: 13th & F Street NW, Washington DC.

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Fuck ’em!

Rather than getting bogged down by Gayle King being offended that Nancy Pelosi calls Trump’s enablers “henchmen” or about the controversy around Bill Maher daring to say the obvious, that Amy Coney Barrett is a crazy Christian (a phrase that implies there are plenty who are not crazy), I prefer to focus on this lady, who tells it like it is.

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Quote of the Day

The core Trump dissonance is that he’s an elderly man who possesses the outward appearance and trappings of adulthood—and who occupies the public role we most strongly associate with adulthood—but who is on the inside predominantly infantile.

The president, if anything, exhibits a characteristic inability to see much beyond his own ego preoccupations. He appears to have no real friendships, habitually belittles those he sees as weak while denying any weakness of his own, and is perennially insecure, desperate to bolster his ratings, numbers, and stats by bending the facts to assuage his fears; he has little demonstrated capacity to joyfully laugh at himself (or laugh at all), and has professed to being uninterested in self-reflection and insight; the only problem he seems genuinely interested in (and truly capable of) solving is the chronic threat of his own waning relevance, and his guiding moral principle is that whatever works to make him ‘win’ is the right thing to do.

Trump’s cognitive and psychological maturity deficits explain much about the jarring effect of his appearance and the strong reaction he provokes. Thus, beyond the dissonance and shock of witnessing someone so childlike in a position of truly terrifying and awesome power, the underlying fascination and dread of Trump’s presidency emerge not merely from our sense that we don’t know what he will do tomorrow, but also from the sense that he doesn’t know that, either.”

Noam Shpancer Ph.D.

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