He DOES NOT Care
Monday Madness From Jeff Tiedrich
even though signs point to the shitbag who killed Charlie Kirk being a far-right ‘groyper’ with a rifle and a grudge, Republicans fanned out on the Sunday shows yesterday with the singular message of ‘Democrats, this is all your fault, because reasons.’
let us document the atrocities.
let’s start with the limpest dick in American politics, House Speaker Holy Mike Johnson. Holy Mike’s complaint is why do Democrats alla time have to be so mean?
“people have got to stop framing simple policy disagreements in terms of existential threats to our democracy. you can’t call the other side fascists and enemies of the state and not understand that there are some deranged people in our society who will take that as cues to act.”
the fucking nerve of this guy. Holy Mike is pissing on all of our heads right now, and going ‘mmm, doesn’t that refreshing rain feel great?’
tell us, Mike, what are these ‘simple policy disagreements’ that ‘our side’ is blowing all out of shape? is it ‘should the US military invade a state,’ is that a simple disagreement? how about ‘should states redraw their maps in order to rig elections’? oh, here’s one: ‘should a president get to declare that he “has the right to do anything he wants”’?
maybe it’s just me, but all those things sound absolutely like ‘existential threats to our democracy.’
spoiler alert: yes, these are indeed literal existential threats to democracy. Donny Convict believes he should have all the power, and should be above the law at all times. he wants to remain in office indefinitely. all of this is fundamentally anti-American. our founders would shit their breeches if they could see what has become of their ‘grand experiment.’
Holy Mike wants to downplay all that. c’mon, he says, it’s just two sides bickering. what’s with all the rhetoric?
hey, Mike — is this your guy?
help me here, is ‘should Liz Cheney face a firing squad’ a ‘simple policy disagreement’?
now Mike, what was that were you saying about how it’s unacceptable to call someone a fascist? I’m asking because ABC News has put together a supercut of the numerous times that Donny Convict has done exactly that.
in one of those clips, Donny calls Kamala Harris a “marxist communist fascist socialist.”
how does that even work? what are the tenets of marxocommunofascosocialism? I’d really love to know.
oh, you don’t want to be called ‘Nazi’? it hurts your fee-fees? then stop pulling shit like this:
let’s move on Donny’s personal lapdog, Lindsey Graham.
Old Linz is very sad right now, because things just aren’t like they used to be, back in them there good old days.
“this is viewed by many people in the MAGA movement, conservatives like myself, as an attack on the movement, and not just traditional political violence, and I really believe that.”
wait wait wait wait wait wait JUST ONE FUCKING MINUTE HERE.
‘traditional political violence,’ what’s that? is there some Grand Old Tradition of Acceptable Political Violence, some halcyon time that Old Linz here would like to return to?
might it be the good old days when you’d use a flagpole to beat the shit out of a cop because you were mad about losing an election?
how about when neo-Nazis marched in Charlottesville, and chanted ‘Jews will not replace us’? Dear Leader literally called these shitheads ‘very fine people.’
was this ‘traditional political violence’? or was it a ‘simple policy disagreement’ over ‘should Jews replace us, or what?’
politics can be so confusing!
here’s a fun chart, created by Alex Nowrasteh of the right-wing Cato Institute. blue is left-wing political violence, and red is right-wing political violence, categorized by each decade from 1975 to now.
I’m seeing a lot more red than blue.
(Alex explains his methodology in a long substack post here.)
I’d love for Lindsey Graham to tell us which decade had the most traditionalpolitical violence. I’m guessing it’s 1995–2004.
here are a lot of things that have never happened to Crown Prince of the Library Paste Eaters, Eric Trump — but I’m going to go out on a limb here and assert that the story we’re about to hear is the thing that has never happened to Eric Trump the most.
“as I was showing up to the studio, there was an older Jamaican man who came up to me in very broken English and said, ‘Mr Trump, I’m very sorry about Charlie Kirk. he was an amazing Christian. I am Charlie Kirk.’”
isn’t that cute? Eric is trying to tell a ‘sir’ story — and he’s so fucking bad at it.
so, this ‘older Jamaican man,’ his massive biceps rippling in the morning sun, tears of gratitude streaming down his age-lined face, came up to Eric Trump and spoke ‘very broken English’?
why would his English be broken? English is the official language of Jamaica.
come on, you know that if some Jamaican dude wandered up to Eric, the first thing Eric would do would be to shout ‘get away from me, I don’t have any money’ — and then tell his Secret Service detail to ‘get this guy outta here.’
lastly, let’s check in with the fuckwit who knows more about numbers than all the number-counter-thingy people.
reporter: “the president of Venezuela called the strike on the boat illegal. are you concerned that Maduro might escalate something?”
Donny: “what’s illegal are the drugs that were on the boat, and the drugs that are being sent into our country, and the fact that 300 million people died last year from drugs.”
dear lord. can somebody please get Donny a pudding cup and help him to bed? he’s sundowning again.
I have a question for President Math Whiz, and it goes like this: if the United States has a total population of 340 million people, and 300 million of them die from illegal drugs, leaving 40 million people, and then the price of prescription drugs is lowered by 1,500%, what is the airspeed of an unladen swallow?
this is probably a good place to note that my What The Fuck Is Wrong With You Challenge™ is now in its 1,994th day.
despite their high-minded tut-tut harrumph-harrumph rhetoric, none of these Republican shitweasels actually wants healing, or an end to divisiveness. keeping us all at each other’s throats works in their favor. do you know what’s written on page one of the Oligarchs’ Playbook?
‘keep the people ignorant and fighting each other, and they won’t notice the plutocrats picking their pockets.’
but there is one thing that whole country can in fact unite over: release the full Epstein Files, you fucking fucks.
it’s what Charlie Kirk would have wanted.
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.
365 Days Of UNF: September 15th
A Certain Aesthetic
Yes. Yes It Is.
365 Days Of UNF: September 14th
Judge A Man By The Quality Of His Character, They Say
Get In There
I Could Definitely Live There
Yes, please! Absolutely gorgeous…
The Farm, Ganaraska, Ontario, Canada by Scott Posno Design
The Farm, an hour east of Toronto, is a 30-hectare haven in Southwestern Ontario, offering a serene escape for the client, their family, and friends. This picturesque retreat features an array of buildings artfully integrated into the natural landscape, designed to resonate with the site’s rich history and stunning beauty.
The centerpiece of The Farm is the main house, a contemporary reimagining of a traditional longhouse. Stretching 48 meters in length and oriented eastward to greet the morning sun, the house boasts a sleek exterior of charcoal-stained cedar complemented by a matching metal roof. The design elegantly distributes public and private spaces along its length, including a luxurious master suite with a secluded patio, additional bedrooms, and a versatile loft studio above the garage.
Enhancing the home‘s fluidity, multiple entry points provide seamless access, while the dining room transforms into a breezeway, merging indoor and outdoor living depending on the seasons. The interior palette is a study in refined simplicity, featuring polished concrete, warm white oak, and exposed Douglas fir, creating an ambiance of understated elegance.
The Farm’s grounds are equally captivating. A tranquil Zen Garden invites meditation and relaxation, while an outdoor pool, hot tub, fire pit, and charming guest cabana promise leisurely afternoons and cozy evenings. The pond, situated 70 meters east of the main house, draws wildlife and serves as a perfect stargazing spot. Beyond the pond, a meandering stream with rustic wooden bridges beckons exploration, fostering a profound connection to nature.
At The Farm, every detail is crafted to enhance the harmony between architecture and landscape, offering a retreat that is both a luxurious escape and a celebration of nature’s splendor.
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Released 50 Years Ago Today
Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here (1975)
People don’t generally take me for a Pink Floyd fan, but oh yeah…
365 Days Of UNF: September 12th
Another Toy
As I mentioned on the 2nd, I entered a raffle a couple weeks ago for a totally unneeded bit of kit, never expecting to actually win it. But in a bit of blind luck, I actually won the raffle. It arrived while I was in the hospital, and of course it was the first bit of mail I opened yesterday upon returning home.

Not much to look at; it’s got some scratches and is a little dinged up, but this was one of Sony’s last MD players and when you consider it’s been 20 years…it’s held up quite nicely. Mr. Technical Initiative did a thorough clean and lube on the unit, and I was surprised to discover the internal gumstick battery compartment was actually working. (So often these units were put into storage with the batteries installed, forgotten, and the batteries then leaked and corroded the contacts.)
I think this one will be a good under-the-pillow fall-sleep-to-music player because it’s so thin. My current player for that use runs off a standard AA battery and is pretty thick.
Right?!
I Actually Bought This After Watching The Video
So much mid 90s aesthetic!
I’m not a huge fan of Mr. Jackson’s work beyond his greatest hits, but this was a decent compilation of his music when it was released.
Vomiting It All Up
Vincent, We’re All Wondering
Sad But True
I Could Live There
Chislehurst Place
A 1929 Spanish masterpiece, this meticulously preserved residence enchants with sweeping landmark views and timeless craftsmanship.
You enter through a courtyard that features an outdoor kitchen and dining area, arriving inside under a majestic rotunda graced by hand-painted Malibu tiles and intricate wrought iron staircases. Multiple archways, soaring vaulted ceilings, exposed wooden beams, grand fireplaces, and wrought iron balconies evoke an era of refined grace, while stained and leaded glass windows bathe the home in radiant light.
Gather with friends in the sunlit kitchen designed for culinary artistry and open to the front courtyard or relax and read a book by the office fireplace. A dramatic entertaining living room comes complete with a Juliet balcony; downstairs is a home theater, a cozy bar in the family room for your favorite cocktails and then unwind by the cascading saltwater spa before heading off to one of the three en suite bedrooms.
Nestled within the coveted hills of Los Feliz, this estate, formerly owned by actress Olivia Wilde, features four bedrooms, three-and-one-half baths in just under 3300 square feet and recently sold for $5M.
$5M is a bit of a bargian for L.A. isn’t it?
This Is All Wrong
From Palmer Report:
I’ve spent hours trying to figure out what the first sentence of this article should be, and I keep coming back to one simple thought: This is all wrong. Charlie Kirk is dead, murdered, presumably assassinated. We still don’t know all the details. I couldn’t think of a positive thing to say about Charlie even if I tried. But this? This is wrong. Very, very wrong.
It’s not just that he had the personal right to live and breathe air no matter what you or I thought of him. It’s that our society doesn’t work this way. Or at least it’s not supposed to. Even if you feel that Charlie Kirk’s rhetoric amounted to hate speech, we have laws and judges and juries for that. The response to someone standing on a stage and spewing hate speech is not to shoot them to death. It’s wrong on a personal level, wrong on a societal level, and it’s counterproductive to whatever your cause might be.
As I’m writing this, we still don’t know who did this or why. That information may have since come out by the time you’re reading this. And since the Trump regime is in charge of the federal criminal investigation, we may not even be able to trust what the FBI ends up announcing.
For now, suffice it to say that I don’t know a lot of bleeding heart liberals with sniper rifle training. But if it does turn out that the person who did this came from our side of the political fence, then we need to condemn that person as loudly and emphatically as possible. We have to keep this from devolving into the kind of anarchist nightmare where voices on all sides have to be afraid to speak up for fear of violent retaliation. Liberals are, always, the adults in the room. It has to be the same way now.
In the meantime, this is all wrong. Donald Trump’s criminal incitement of the January 6th terrorist attack was wrong. The recent assassination of two Democratic Party leaders in Minnesota was wrong. The murder of Charlie Kirk is wrong. Political violence is always wrong, and we must always condemn it – and mean it. There are no exceptions to that rule just because we can’t think of anything positive to say about someone.
I’m sorry friends. Maybe I am a truly horrible person, but my first reaction upon hearing ot the shooting was best summed up in this meme:
I know I shouldn’t be making light of this since the country is a powder keg right now, just waiting for that one incident to set it off. I hope this was not that incident…
365 Days Of UNF: September 11th
Home
Came home yesterday around noon. After wrapping myself enough so that certain areas that needed to stay dry stayed dry, I grabbed a quick shower and then collapsed into bed where I slept for several hours,
Last night definitely required some Ella, and will ya look at what was delivered in my absence last week!
365 Days Of UNF: September 10th
365 Days Of UNF: September 9th
Oh Snap!
Who among us has not dreamt of being able to be so brutally honest?
365 Days Of UNF: September 8th
Released 38 Years Ago Today
Pet Shop Boys: Actually (1987)
I’m Alive
The surgery went exceedingly well by all accounts. Thank you all for your well wishes; they are appreciated! No, I will not be posting pictures of the aftermath. (It’s gnarly.) But hey, I came through it and quite surprisingly, there’s been no pain that plain old Tylenol hasn’t knocked down completely.
That was the first surprise considering what they had to do to access the tumor. The second surprise was that they were planning on discharging me nearly five days ahead of what I’d been planning for. So now, instead of going home next Saturday, I’ll be out on Tuesday—assuming there are no complications within the next 48 hours. The final surprise—one that brought tears to my eyes—came after they transferred me out of the ICU and gave me a speaking valve for my trachestomy tube: I could still talk! Yeah, I sound like I have a mouth full of marbles, but I’m still quite legible! Once all the swelling goes down I’m expecting a full recovery to the voice I was left with after my first match with cancer 22 years ago.
My care team at every stage has been exemplary; the only regret I have is that when I get the eventual survey in the mail regarding my care I won’t have their names to call out specifically for the outstanding service that was provided.
So that’s where we stand this early Sunday morning. I still have more tubes and wires attached to me than I care to document, so typing is slow and getting out of bed requires a small army for assistance, but as I told my hunky bearish nurse (thanks, Myrtle Mary!) this morning, “It’s still better than the alternative.” Most everything is supposed to be disconnected tomorrow, and that will make my last day in the hospital so much easier.
Ben has been visiting every day—despite suffering a detached retina after I went into surgery on Tuesday and his subsequent surgery/followup. It doesn’t rain but it pours. WTF is going on in our reality anyway?
I have to say the thing that has hurt the most over the past week is being away from the dogs. I’m still surprised how quickly Sophie and I bonded, and I’m thankful we have doggie cams set up at the house so I can at least see her. Ben said she and Raffi are still faithfully watching for my return—and I expect Sophie especially to jump out of her skin when i walk through the front doorl















































































































































































































































