I wrote in March when the COVID shit show started:

"We've all been joking that "this planet needs an enema" for years. Well, it appears the enema has arrived and pretty soon there's going to be a flood of shit coming out.  This is the paradigm shift we've all sensed coming—and perhaps silently prayed for—for the last few decades. We instinctively knew this capitalist-consumption-fuck-the-planet view of the world was unsustainable. We knew changes had to be made, yet as a people, we lacked the courage to do what needed to be done…. There's no going back to the way things were even a few weeks ago. The system was broken, and while this transition is going to be painful, ultimately we will all be better for it."

If 2020 has shown us one thing since then with each new bit of awful that's thrust upon us, "hold my beer" isn't limited to idiotic humans doing idiotic things. The Universe itself seems hell-bent on outdoing itself with each passing month to push us into that Brave New World—one way or another.

Even if Biden wins—and despite historic early voter turnout and the very comfortable lead he holds in nationwide polls and Trump accepts the results and peacefully transitions power—neither of which are guaranteed—things are not going to automatically return to the way they were prior to last March—or even prior to November 2016 after he assumes office. They can't. We're already on a totally different branch of the timeline and we can't travel back to the point where it splintered off. Orangecaligula's presidency—and 2020 in particular—are one of those events, like 9/11 or the Kennedy Assassination—that ultimately send us on a totally different path than the one we'd been on. And a lot of damage needs to be undone and fences mended before we can think about regaining any sense of normalcy.*

If The Orange Russian Wig Stand manages to steal the election, quite simply, we. are. fucked. It will be the end of our representative democracy, the complete destruction of our already-tarnished standing on the world stage and the rise of a totally fascist state. Hyperbole? Students of history may beg to differ on that.

 

*fans of The Fourth Turning undoubtedly saw all this coming, as the events of this year align pretty closely with the authors' 80-year cyclic view of history. And at this point even I have to agree that they may be onto something here.

ESPECIALLY This Year

As long as it doesn't harm anyone else, let people find a little joy wherever they can.

In other words, mind your own fucking business and keep your judgments to yourself.

I Can't Believe I'm Having To Do This, But…

…if you get this unsolicited text (or something similar claiming to be from your carrier), do your due diligence and DO NOT CLICK on the link.

It sounded all very fishy to me when I received this (we don't even pay $200 a month in cell phone bills), and the link address looked hinky to me, so I went to the Verizon website and got in touch with a customer service rep.

She confirmed that it was a scam and thanked me for reporting it.

I hammer this stuff into my users every damn day. If something sounds too good to be true (like nixie tube clocks for $20) most likely it is, so don't go blindly clicking on links no matter who they seem to come from. Especially if they want personal information and you did not initiate the call/text/email.

RIP, RBG

There will never be another quite like her. And unless we get rid of the Republican cancer infesting our government, WE. ARE. FUCKED.

Squirrel!

I needed to do the laundry, but then I realized I was out of detergent, so I went to write out a shopping list and realized how disorganized the junk drawer was, and started checking pens for ink. When I went to toss all the junk, I saw that the trash was full, but before I could take it out I wanted to get rid of all the old food in the fridge. That's when I realized a juice jug had leaked so I needed to clean it up but when I went to grab a rag, I saw that the pantry closet was a nightmare so I started organizing it.

And that's how I ended up on the floor looking at my old photo albums from the 1990s and not doing laundry.

Truth

This is so true, especially in the days before cell phones and digital photography. On those rare occasions when I want to remind myself of what a truly horrible person I was prior to my cancer diagnosis and start reading through my journals, I run across names of men I had dated and were absolutely obsessed with—but for whom I am totally unable to conjure forth a mental image.

And it's not just the dated-but-ultimately-went-nowhere guys in my journals. I had friends in the 70s, 80s, and even 90s—good friends—for whom I have not a single photo. I at least retain somewhat of a memory of their faces and their smiles, but it saddens me I have nothing tangible to refer to. Was it the cost of the film and the developing? Possibly, but I don't honestly know.  I have tons of photos of other shit from those years, but for some reason the people closest to me are totally absent.

Quote of the Day

Saying Biden's America will be worse than our current America is like an abusive spouse telling you that you can't do any better." ~ Infantry0300 on Twitter

I Don't Think…

…that phrase means what you think it means, dude.

Without your military-style penis extender, you're just a frightened little boy spewing trash talk from your mom's basement.