MAGA

The thought occurred to me the other day that MAGA by and large, exists solely for the purpose of airing grievances and "owning the libs". Have you ever heard of a single MAGAT expressing  simple, unbridled joy in their life except when they're causing pain and suffering to another human being?

And I think that's what separates us from them. Even in these dark days, we are celebrating and defending our diversity; we still celebrate those amsll moments of joy we find in our lives that have nothing to do with hurting others or making their lives worse.

What absolute joyless, soulless nightmares MAGA lives must be. 45 gave them a voice, but what has it gotten them? Are they happier now? I have a feeling that now that they have what they so fervently hoped for, those lives are going to get a whole lot worse—and they'll have no one to blame but themselves.

Mitch

AKA aka Joe Mario; seems to be just the one photo session that I can ascertain, and the pics show up in 2 magazines – Magazine #1 from 1978; he's the cover model and there's a 16 page spread of him, solo – Joe Mario. Also appears in Champs #1, published in 1981, same set of images, just 7 pages, and he's "Mitch." I wouldn't be surprised if he made it into a Honcho or Mandate between '78 and '82, but I would be surprised if we find an image not included in these 2 magazines already.

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Once upon a time, I had this magazine, and believe me, it was well-used. Picture it, 1978, any gay bar in America. This was the archetype we—or at least I—ascribed to and simultaneously got my motor running. To this day, that remains true, and while I love, love, love beards, I am also so happy to see 'staches making a comeback.

Loser

Dumbpty will be in direct violation of the Trade Agreement HE made with Canada and Mexico if he adds the tariffs he is planning.

Mexico and Canada would likely take the US government to the world court, and the US will lose.

On Radical Optimism and Defiant Hope

From MockPaperScissors:

This thread from Joan Westenberg on Mastodon is worth sharing, and so like the Bad Blogger that I am, I've copied and pasted it here because I know you lazy bastids would never click on a link.

It reflects where I think a lot of us are and gives us a path forward to understand why we are still trugging up Mount Doom like Hobbitses on what seems like a futile quest.

"The world is on fire – sometimes literally, sometimes metaphorically. Every day we wake up to headlines that feel like dystopian plot points: climate collapse, political rot, algorithmic overlords harvesting our attention for profit."

"Beneath it all is a threadbare undercurrent of hopelessness, whispered through every doom-scroll, every "thoughts and prayers," every vague assurance that "we'll get through it together." But the truth is, we're not getting through it. Not like this."

"The systems propping up our collective reality are broken, corrupt, and incapable of saving us. So what now? Well, now we stop pretending that the kind of optimism we've been sold – cheery, blind faith in progress – is going to cut it."

"What we need is a radical, rebellious, fuck you optimism. The kind that spits in the face of despair and keeps moving forward anyway, middle finger raised and teeth bared."

"This isn't the optimism of motivational posters or shallow self-help mantras. It's not about good vibes or manifesting your dream house. It's an optimism born from rage and defiance, from an unrelenting refusal to roll over and accept the inevitable."

"It's the kind of optimism that comes with dirty hands and bruised knuckles, that drags itself out of the mud again and again because surrender isn't an option. This is hope with teeth."

"It's not about trusting that things will get better; it's about refusing to let the bastards win, even if things get worse. It's a kind of hope that doesn't wait for permission or assurance."

"It acts, it disrupts, it fights tooth and nail to carve out a sliver of something better, even if it's only for a moment."

"A fuck you optimism doesn't lie to itself. It sees the train wreck coming and still decides to plant flowers on the tracks. It knows full well that the flowers might get crushed, but plants them anyway, because the act of rebellion is its own reward."

"This isn't about optimism as a coping mechanism or a moral virtue. It's a survival tactic. When despair and nihilism seem like the only logical responses to an unraveling world, this kind of hope keeps us alive, keeps us sharp, keeps us dangerous."

"It says, "Yes, everything is broken, but I'm going to fight for beauty and joy and justice anyway, because fuck your inevitability."

"We need this kind of radical hope now more than ever. Not because it will save us – no one is coming to save us – but because the alternative is paralysis. The systems want us to feel small, powerless, apathetic."

"They want us to give up, to believe there's no point in fighting back. A fuck you optimism is an act of sabotage against that narrative. It's not about believing the world can be fixed; it's about insisting that the world deserves to be fought for anyway. Even when it hurts."

"Even when it feels futile. Especially then. Because in a collapsing world, defiant hope might be the only thing worth holding on to."

I think every generation gets a defining challenge; the Greatest Generation had World War Two, and we have the rise of fascism here in America. We must have hope or we have nothing.