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9 November – 29 November (for those who follow/believe/err on the side of caution with this stuff)

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If the Democrats don’t use this top photo in midterm ads far and wide there’s no hope for them…

‘look for the helpers.’

those are the sage words of Mister Rogers. it’s what his mother always told him, he said, when as a child he would see scary things in the news. ‘look for the helpers. you will always find people who are helping.’

it’s true. when scary stuff goes down, there are always helpers.

but do you know what else you’ll find, when shit goes sideways? some demented fuckbag who stands around and does nothing, because he absolutely could not care one iota about helping.

which brings us to the photo at the top of this post.

yesterday, Donny made a great show of announcing that he’d reached a concept of a sketch for a framework for lowering the price of weight-loss drugs.

the whole thing could have been a press release, or an email, but it wasn’t — because for the bottomless well of need in the White House, everything has to be a spectacle. this announcement had to be a made-for-TV production, where big, strong, teary-eyed pharmaceutical executives take turns praising Dear Leader for being the greatest sketcher of frameworks of all time. ‘sir! sir! you framework those concepts like no one thought possible! how do you do it? sir!’

look, lowering the price of weight-loss drugs is all well and good, but our nation has more pressing needs right now. for instance, how about Preznit Fuckwit pays out those SNAP benefits, as he’s been court-ordered to — because 43 million Americans are already losing weight through a thing called the I Can’t Afford To Buy Food Diet.

anyway, Donny dragged a bunch of Big Pharma honchos — along with the Healthcare Morons, Bobby Brainworms and the Shitblizzard of Oz — into the Oval Bordello to participate in his dog and pony show.

when the Shitblizzard of Oz stepped up to the mic to drown us in a blizzard of bullshit, Donny did what he always does when someone else is talking: he fell fast asleep.

did our favorite narcoleptic fart factory fill the room, as is his trademark move, with the pungent aroma of ass music? we’ll never know — but the thing that happened next is that some dude behind Donny passed out and fell to the floor.

did you notice what Bobby Brainworms did? he booked it out of the room, pronto. maybe to alert the White House medical staff, or maybe to get his chainsaw — because you never know when a head may need to be separated from a body.

but more importantly — as everyone else in the room rushed over to do whatever they could — here’s what our Helper-in-Chief did: jack shit.

oh sure, he spent a couple of seconds staring vaguely at what was going on, but then he stood up, faced forward with vacant eyes — the lights were on but no one was home — and froze.

it would have been the perfect moment for some reporter to have finally — at long last — won the What The Fuck Is Wrong With You Challenge™ (which is now in its 2,047th day).

oh, I’m sorry, were you expecting Donny to do something? oh please, he’s not going to help. helping is what commies do.

there’s Donny’s entire existence, summed up in one photograph: he doesn’t care.

he doesn’t care about you or me. he doesn’t care about unemployed government workers. he doesn’t care about hungry families, or teargassed children, or Americans disappeared into slave-labor gulags, or Venezuelan fishermen blown out of the water, or priests shot in the face by ICE goons.

he doesn’t even care about a crony who fell to the ground not four feet away him.

Donny only cares about himself, and about glomming all the money, all the power, and all the attention. and, as always, We the People are cordially invited to go fuck ourselves.

and, because Donny’s demented pudding-brain has gone fuckity-bye, he’s too befuddled to realize that he needs to pretend to care. he just stands there like a useless bump, lost in an ever-thickening fog of confusion. is Donny even aware of what’s going on around him?

it was just another day of disgrace and buffoonery from our disgraceful buffoon president.

oh, and because we live in the dumbest possible timeline, where everything has to end up as a sideshow of clownfuckery, Newsmax had to assure their low-wattage viewers that Dear Leader was never in any danger. from what? collateral faintage?

“President Trump, we want to be clear, is okay.”

thanks for clearing that up. we were sleepless with worry.

fortunately, our story has a happy ending.

The person who fainted in the Oval Office was one of Eli Lilly’s guests and is now doing “great,” the company’s CEO said.

and, in case you need a reminder of how a real president acts, here’s Barack HUSSEIN Obama giving a speech — and catching a fainting woman before she can fall. (it’s at the 37-second mark.)

“I gotcha. don’t worry.”

dude’s so cool, calm and collected that he even has a quip at the ready:

“this happens when I talk too long.”

this is why Donny hates Obama — because he’s everything Donny isn’t. Donny will never be cool, calm and collected, and he knows it.

boo fucking hoo.

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here are your heroes of the day: the members of the jury who acquitted Sandwich Guy.

Holstein cow cosplayer and America’s Tipsiest US Attorney, Jeanine Boxwine, was super fucking horny to make an example out of the guy who lobbed a sandwich at a border patrol agent in DC.

after a grand jury refused to indict Sandwich Guy for felony assault — because let’s get real, Jeanine, it was a fucking sandwich — she charged the guy with a misdemeanor, and wasted taxpayer money on a pointless trial.

here’s my favorite part of the whole three-day time-suck.

The officer Sandwich Guy is charged with assaulting testifies that he could feel the impact of the sandwich through his ballistic vest, and it “exploded all over my uniform.” He says he could “smell the onions and the mustard.”

what a harrowing experience indeed, to feel the impact and smell the onionsand the mustard. oh, the humanity!

but wait, the video tells a very different story: one about a definitely unexploded sandwich that bounced off the officer and lay intact on the ground.

We’re back to the sandwich video. The paper, the defense points out, is still on. “You don’t see there’s mustard on it?” “You can’t tell there’s ketchup on it?” Mayonnaise? Lettuce? Tomato? “In fact, that sandwich hasn’t exploded at all?” Witness says the sandwich “looks bent and out of shape.”

so, what was it? an exploded sandwich or an unexploded one? wait, what if it were both? oh my god, people, we have Schroedinger’s Sandwich.

in the end, the jury served up a big slice of Fuck You Pie to Jeanine Boxwine, and acquitted Sandwich Guy of the single charge of Assault with a Deadly Sandwich.

because let’s get real, everyone — it was a fucking sandwich. wake up and smell the mustard and the onions.

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.

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“If you’re a criminal, you can buy your way to freedom with Trump. And if you’re one of the people like him who took advantage of young girls with Epstein, they’re going to make that go away.” – Congressman Seth Moulton

Here’s the play, Moulton knows if Trump or anyone tried to sue him, that opens discovery.

That means his legal team could demand access to the Epstein files, all those sealed records everyone wants to see. That’s why he said it publicly, he’s daring them.

Now get this, Congress isn’t in session so they can’t censure him unless they call everyone back and swear in Adelita Grijalva. So Moulton gets the headlines, avoids punishment, and puts pressure on the GOP, all in one shot.That’s not just a statement, that’s strategy.

Checkmate.

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From Greg Fallis:

celebrate good times

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holy shit! Democrats ran the fucking table!

they won the races they were supposed to win, they won the races that were supposed to be a tossup — and they even won the shit they weren’t supposed to win.

let’s take a look at some of the highlights.

the big three, of course, were Abigail Spanberger for Governor of Virginia, Zorhan Mamdani for Mayor of New York City, and Mikie Sherrill for Governor of New Jersey.

Spanberger totally fucking crushed her Republican opponent, Winsome Earle-Sears, winning by 15 points. Sherrill beat Jack Ciattarelli by 13 points, in a race that the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled press swore to us was going to be a nail-biter, too close to call. awesome prognosticating, scribblers.

and over in the Marxist-socialist-communist hellscape that is now New York City, Mamdani beat toxic sexpest Andrew Cuomo by 9 points.

really weird how Donny Convict’s last-minute endorsement of Cuomo failed to move the needle. maybe it has something to do with the fact that NYC has fucking loathed Donny for at least fifty years now.

this dude speaks for all of us.

“I’m happy that Mamdani won. But I won’t let that get in the way of my celebrating Cuomo losing.”

can Chuck Schumer pretty-please go fuck himself, or at least write himself a strongly-worded letter?

“Q: It’s election day in NYC. Did you vote for Mamdani or Cuomo?
Schumer: ‘Look, I voted, and I look forward to working with the next mayor to help NYC.’”

you’re a real profile in cowardice, Chuck.

hey, can someone do a wellness check on Dersh?

and can we please, at long last, finally see the last of Andrew Cuomo? why did this repellent predator want to be mayor of NYC, anyway? was he that triggered by the presence of a Muslim in New York politics?

how is it that someone who had to resign their governorship in disgrace is then allowed to run for any other office?

seriously, good fucking riddance.

the passing of Prop 50 in California was a huge fucking win, allowing the Dem-controlled Legislature to draw new congressional maps for the next three election cycles.

am I right, Gavin Newsom?

his one’s also huge:

preserving the Democratic majority of Pennsylvania’s Supreme Court is going to go a long way towards preventing any Republican electoral fuckery in PA in 2026 and 2028.

in Illinois, Democrat Mary Sheffield became the first woman to be elected mayor of Detroit in the city’s 324-year history.

and Ghazala Hashmi became the first Muslim woman elected to statewide office in the US, after winning the race for Virginia Lieutenant Governor.

one huge story from yesterday is that Democrats picked up votes everyfuckingwhere.

look at the Virginia governor’s race. every county in VA — even the ones Spanberger didn’t win — shifted blue.

holy fuck, look at what Dems pulled off down in deep-red Georgia.

know when the last time one Democrat won a statewide election in Georgia, let alone two? twenty-five years ago.

here’s a delicious morsel of news. in Cincinnati, Couchfuck McGee’s half-brother Cory Bowman, who was running for mayor, got the shit landslided out of him.

do we also need to do a wellness check on the wingnut media? they seem to be going through some things right now.

are you feeling safe, New York Post? do you need to talk to a grownup, or a policeman?

pour one out for Fox News’ own Plankhead of the Airwaves, Sean Hannity.

boo fucking hoo, Sean.

the ‘fuck your feelings’ crowd sure seems to be having a lot of feelings right now.

stay classy, Laura.

MAGA is melting all the way down. you have to love a good Republican civil war, don’t you? right now it’s the total crazies vs the semi-crazies, and I am here for all of it.

don’t threaten us with a good time, Mark Cernovich.

let’s give Erick, the Son of Erick, credit for at least recognizing that Donny can’t ever run for president again — something that all the Chinese-made “Trump 2028” hats in the world can’t change.

the lesson in all this for Donny and his Republican enablers is that none of their fuckery is popular.

We the People don’t want masked and armed Gestapo thugs terrorizing our neighborhoods and teargassing our children. We the People don’t want incoherent economic policies that send prices ever upwards. We the People don’t want a broken government that works only for billionaires.

We the People don’t want an unhinged and deteriorating 34-count narcoleptic fart factory ruling over us. yesterday’s election results made that clear.

President Pudding Cup wasn’t on the ballot, but yesterday’s election was a referendum on his presidency — and the results were not pretty for him.

will Republicans learn anything from the drubbing they took yesterday? of course fucking not. expect them to double down on the lunacy — and the oppression. it’s all they know how to do.

we’ve got battles ahead of us that will need to be taken on, and won.

but for today, let’s congratulate ourselves. tomorrow we return to the fight.

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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.

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So I got my new tuner yesterday. (The component on the bottom for those of you who aren’t stereo geeks.)

It looked as good as in the seller’s pictures. Unfortunately it had a couple…issues.

First of all, I could not get it to tune in stereo. I mean I’ve never had great reception in this house, but the signal level was good on any station I tuned, and except for one brief instant, the red LED refused to trigger no matter what I did with the new coax antenna I bought for it. I considered running an outside antenna, so I ordered a 25′ coax cable thinking I could fish it through the old hole that had been drilled in the front wall for cable TV and reconnect the antenna outside.

Before I went to all that trouble (and realizing the cable I’d purchased (with already attached connectors) would not fit through the hole, I decided to just take the tuner outside and see if I could get stereo reception.

No joy. It didn’t work

The second issue was the battery-backed up memorized station feature. After the issues I’d had with my previous tuner, I figured an actual old-school battery backup would be a good thing, right? This being a fully analog tuner (not digital), the method for saving stations was rather ingenious for the time (1980-1982). The traditional tuning knob, in addition to being fully free-spinning was also motor-driven. You’d manually tune to a station, hit the memory buttons, and it would memorize the position and when you tuned to another station and wanted to go back to your memorized station the motor would engage and turn the knob back to where you set the memory.

Yamaha describes it thusly:

Well, that didn’t work either, but I wasn’t really surprised. This device was over 40 years old and unlike my other tuner which used a capacitor for backup, the NiCAD battery that powered the memory in the T-7 was undoubtedly shot.

Opening up the case, the battery was indeed shot; the contacts had corroded to such a degree that merely touching the soldered in battery sent it flying.

Undaunted, I knew this was merely a simple rechargeable NiCAD battery and all I had to do was figure out a way of attaching one back to the board now that the contacts had broken off.

I went onto everyone’s most hated online retailer and found a single cell battery case with wire leads. It arrived today, and after cleaning the board of corrosion, I soldered the leads into the holes left by the original contacts, inserted a rechargeable NiCAD, held my breath, and powered it up. It came on with no puff of smoke, so I figured that was a positive sign. I went about memorizing my three most-listened-to stations and…success!

Now about that stereo issue…

I know nothing about radio/tuners other than discovering when I was a kid if you go blindly turning those screw-like pots you can royally fuck things up.

Luckily I had the service manual for the T-7, and that limited my blindness. After marking positions of screws on the front-end of the tuner I slowly adjusted each in turn to no avail. I moved them all back to their original location and moved on to the VCO pot. Again, after marking it, all I did was insert the screwdriver and give it the tiniest of jiggles and voila! Stereo reception. It was just dirty…

So now I have a fully functional tuner. Electronics servicing is not going to become my retirement avocation, and I’m not going to strain my shoulder slapping myself on the back with two successful repairs, but damn…it does feel good to be able to fix this stuff.

And I have to say, now that it’s adjusted, I’m getting the best reception I’ve gotten through any vintage tuner or receiver I’ve owned int he last several years. With the local classical station in particular (always noisy) the background is dead silent.

We’ll see if everything is still working tomorrow. ????

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Now the one we were all hoping for, but any port in a storm, eh?

From Tengrain:

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED

And just like that, Blam-Blam is gone. I was expecting a fireball with a mile-deep crater for a war criminal of his stature, but nada. Out with a whimper.

If I had the talent of a Hunter S. Thompson, I would write the eulogy that this vile, villainous man deserves. Instead I’m sure the usual suspects will write the usual hagiography.

The scolds will say that speaking ill of the dead is crass, so read what we said when he was allegedly alive. That’s the best way to honor him. “The record, the Record, THE RECORD,” as Molly Ivins (blessed be her name) would say.

I wish that the Scissorheads in Valhalla were here to celebrate with us; I’m sure Xristi in particular would have something choice to say.

He was a bastard and I’m glad we all outlived him.

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State terrorism charges have been dropped against Luigi Mangione. He is still on trial for the lesser charge of 2nd-degree murder.

Oh yeah, it’s because every day is a firehouse of shit of distractions. Epstein, Tearing down the East Wing of the White House, Congressional shutdown…

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EPSTEIN EPSTEIN EPSTEIN.

And also, FUCK YOU PAM BIONDI with a rusty railroad spike dipped in habanero sauce! 

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If/When this happens, it isn’t about drugs

Don’t let them gaslight you into believing it has anything to do with fentanyl or cocaine

It’s about oil

It’s about creating chaos

And it’s about one man’s fragile ego

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