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!
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
I’ve cued up a month’s worth of nekkid menz for your enjoyment since I’ll probably be offline for a bit.
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 was notified yesterday that my name was drawn and after verifying shipping details, it’s on its way to me. Despite everything else that’s going on in our world, I take this as a good sign that today’s procedure will be a success.
hey folks — here’s a short one for Labor Day. I’ll be back tomorrow with the usual full-length documentation of all the atrocities.
let’s listen as America’s self-appointed puppy perforator drags reality out back to the gravel pit and puts one right between its eyes.
Noem: “but we will continue to go after the worst of the worst across the country like President Trump has told us to do. we’re focusing on those that are perpetuating murder and rape and trafficking of drugs and humans across our country. every single citizen deserves to be safe.”
Ed O’Keefe: “part of what distinguished the Los Angeles operations, however, is that National Guard Troops were there, in essence, protecting or backing up those federal agents as they were conducting operations. is that what we should expect to see in Chicago?”
Noem: “I do know that LA wouldn’t be standing if today if President Trump hadn’t taken action.”
Everything Is Broken And Only Dear Leader Can Fix It™ is a fever-swamp fairy tale straight out of the authoritarian’s playbook — and it’s just lies piled on top of lies.
ICE thugs hiding in the back of a rented van in a Home Depot parking lot and ambushing any random brown person who happens to wander by isn’t ‘going after the worst of the worst’ — it’s just straight-up racism, that’s all it is.
nannies, farm workers, cleaning ladies, firefighters and food truck operators don’t have side gigs doing murders and rapes, no matter how much ICE Barbie insists they do. and what’s all this horse shit about ‘LA wouldn’t be standing if today if President Trump hadn’t taken action’ by sending in the Guard?
let’s saunter down memory lane, and review just what went on with the National Guard in Los Angeles — because the firehose of fuckery from these shitweasels is so unrelenting that it’s easy to forget what happened only three months ago.
Donny’s ICE thugs strolled into downtown Los Angeles, looking to fuck shit up.
On Friday morning, federal agents from ICE, the Department of Homeland Security, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the Drug Enforcement Administration conducted raids across Los Angeles, including at two Home Depots, a doughnut shop, and a clothing wholesaler, in search of workers they suspected of being undocumented immigrants.
protesters then confronted ICE — and it cannot be over-stressed that the protests were confined to a microscopic section of LA (circled in red below):
most Los Angeles residents had no idea that the protests were even happening, but America’s Mad King, as is his fucked-up wont, completely lost his shit, and overreacted. he told the country that the entire city was on fire, and Only Dear Leader Can Fix It.™ he sent two thousand National Guard troops to put down this imaginary insurrection — a thing he did without any forethought or planning, resulting in the Guard having to sleep on a warehouse floor.
most Los Angeles residents had no idea that the protests were even happening, but America’s Mad King, as is his fucked-up wont, completely lost his shit, and overreacted. he told the country that the entire city was on fire, and Only Dear Leader Can Fix It.™ he sent two thousand National Guard troops to put down this imaginary insurrection — a thing he did without any forethought or planning, resulting in the Guard having to sleep on a warehouse floor.
none of it was necessary. it was just performative fascism.
and now we’re seeing this Only Dear Leader Can Fix It™ clownfuckery being repeated in Washington DC, where Guard troops who were sent to deal with another imaginary crime wave are now raking leaves and hauling garbage.
in a few weeks, these Guard, too, will be sent home, after having their time, training — and taxpayer money — completely wasted.
as with Los Angeles, none of this is necessary. it’s just pure, performative police state fascism.
now, we’re about to see this pomp and stupidity play out a third time, in Chicago — because once again, Only Dear Leader Can Fix It™.
“no one in the administration — the president, or anybody under him — has called anyone in my administration, or me, and have not called the city of Chicago, or anyone else. so it’s clear that in secret, they’re planning this— well, it’s an invasion, with US troops, if they in fact do that. they other thing is, they ought to be coordinating with local law enforcement. they ought to let us know when they’re coming, where they’re coming, if it’s ICE, or it it’s ATF, whoever it is. but they don’t want to do that, either. and I must say, it’s disruptive, it’s dangerous, it tends to inflame passions on the ground, when they don’t let us know what their plans are, when we can’t coordinate with them.”
this, my friends, is the difference between representative government and fascism for fascism’s sake.
if Donny and his merry band of shithole goons were actually interested in mitigating all this supposed crime happening in Chicago, they’d be coordinating the fuck out of the whole operation. right now, there would be a hundred conference calls a day happening between Chicago and DC. ‘ok, let’s figure out where the crime is, and where to best deploy.’ every last detail would be worked out in advance.
but none of that shit is going on, because the Mad King could give a fuck about actually fighting crime. what he wants is a fascistic display of force. what he wants is dominance — because deep down inside, Donny is an emotionally-scarred little boy who never got over being told what a weak piece of shit he was by his tyrant Klansman father, and now he’s going to make the entire world suffer as a result.
it’s all so fucked up. this is what happens when you let the most broken-inside person ever to walk the face of the earth hold the reins of power.
Only Dear Leader Can Fix It™? yeah, right.
now let’s circle back to Little Ms Hair Extensions — because I’m so old, I remember when the woman who is now so hot for the National Guard to invade every state was actually against federalizing the Guard.
“If Joe Biden federalizes the National Guard, that would be a direct attack on states’ rights.”
oh, I see. federalizing the Guard is bad when Joe Biden does it, but good when Dear Leader does it.
let me guess why Kristi feels this way: because reasons. did I guess right? what do I win?
now here’s a spoiler alert: Joe Biden never federalized the National Guard. he never even threatened to. what he did want was for Texas’ sadistic governor, Greg Abbott, to remove the razor-wire booby traps he’d put in the Rio Grande.
every Republican completely lost their shit over Joe’s objection to the human rights abuses going on at the border, and accused him of wanting to do the very thing that Dear Leader is actually doing right now — in ICE Barbie’s own words, a direct attack on states’ rights.
well, it’s 1,418 words and three hours since I sat down at the laptop and wrote ‘hey folks — here’s a short one for Labor Day.’
I really did try to crank out a quick one, but it look like I suck at short. have a great Labor Day, everyone. see you tomorrow.
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.
the poet Carl Sandburg famously described Chicago as the ‘City of the Big Shoulders.’ he also called it —
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler
if old Carl were writing that poem today, he’d have to add a new line — because Chicago has now become the city of Go Fuck Yourself, Donny Convict.
oh look — America’s Mad King isn’t the only person who gets to sign executive orders.
The mayor of Chicago has signed an order detailing how the city will resist a potential immigration crackdown threatened by the Trump administration.
“We do not need nor want an unconstitutional and illegal military occupation of our city,” said Mayor Brandon Johnson, a Democrat. The order directs city agencies on how to respond to possible immigration enforcement actions.
do not fuck with the Hog Butcher for the World, Donny. they’re busy Stacking Wheat and Making Tools. they don’t have time for your fascist bullshit.
good for the mayor. he’s making plans. he sees what’s going on in DC, and what went on in Los Angeles, and he’s getting all proactive. most importantly, Mayor Johnson has ordered the Chicago Police Department not to aid and abet Donny’s storm troopers.
“I do not take this executive action lightly. I would have preferred to work in a more collaborative approach. I would have preferred to do with work with our allies in the city council to pass legislation, ultimately — and we were doing just that. some of the leaders who we are working with are standing behind me today. but unfortunately, we do not have the luxury of time. we have received credible reports that we have days, not weeks, before our city sees some type of militarized activity by the federal government.”
“our people have not asked for this. but nevertheless, we find ourselves having to respond to this.”
“I’m signing an executive order today that will launch the Protecting Chicago Initiative. this is a project that builds on the months of preparation we have done that has led up to this very moment. Protecting Chicago will ensure that every Chicagoan knows their rights, that every single family is prepared, and every part of city government is directed to protect the people of Chicago from federal action. this sweeping executive order directs our Department of Law to pursue any and every legal mechanism to hold this administration accountable for violating the rights of Chicagoans. this order affirms that the Chicago Police Department will no collaborate with military personnel, on police patrols or civil immigration enforcement. we will not have our police officers, who are working hard every single day to drive down crime, deputized to do traffic stops and checkpoints for the president. this order affirms that CPD officers will be directed to wear CPD uniforms, and refrain from wearing masks, so that residents can clearly distinguish them from federal agents.”
“we do not want to see tanks in our streets. we do not want to see families ripped apart. we do not want grandmothers thrown into the back of unmarked vans. we don’t want to see homeless Chicagoans harassed or disappeared by federal agents. we don’t want to see Chicagoans arrested for sitting on their porch. it’s not who we are as a city, and that’s not who we are as a nation. my team and I have spoken to the governor, the county president, and with our federal delegation, and we are in complete alignment. the time for action is now.”
City department of law are directed to pursue every legal mechanism, to resist unconstitutional efforts & hold them accountable
Demands Trump stand down from deploying the military in Chicago
Chicago PD not to wear masks or collaborate with ICE on patrols, arrests, or immigration enforcement
that last one is the biggie. Americans have a right to know who is legitimate law enforcement, and who is one of Donny’s goons.
we are through the looking glass, folks. this is what it’s come to: a mayor of a major city now has to protect his constituents from a lawless federal government.
our founders would be shitting their breeches if they could see what’s become of their grand experiment in representational democracy.
in the city of the big shoulders, Mayor Johnson’s are fucking huge right now. the mayor is a brave man, and he has earned our support.
hey, remember how, all through Joe Biden’s presidency, the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled press treated Joe as if he were old and icky and probably already dead? for fuck’s sake, they even turned his shoesinto a major scandal.
oh my god, a seventy-nine-year-old, choosing to wear shoes that provide additional support. the horror.
remember how in 2016, the Email Lady tripped on a curb, and the worthless scribs pretty much wrote her obituary on the spot?
spoiler alert: nine years later, Hillary Clinton is very much alive.
given all that, wouldn’t it be awesome if the press paid that much attention to current President Cankles McRottinghand’s obvious physical and cognitive decline?
Donny’s been virtually missing in action for days. he’s been avoiding the press — he hasn’t spoken with them since his cabinet meeting last Tuesday. that’s really bizarre behavior from the attention hog who generally can’t go a single day without gibbering like a loon to a roomful of reporters.
above all, why is our media so unconcerned about this? these are the same people who would shit a brick if Joe Biden went two days without talking to them.
Donny — who never shuts the fuck up — has now gone silent for five days, and not one reporter seems interested in what should be a major story. in fact, they all pretty much orgasmed on the spot over yesterday’s photo of Donny gingerly shuffling towards his waiting limo. they fell all the fuck over each other in a mad dash to assure everyone that Donny was still alive.
I’m sorry, Brig, what was that you were saying about having no class?
oh look, Sundowning Uncle Crazypants has slithered out of his spider hole long enough to tweet out this nonsense:
what’s coming that’s so unstoppable, Big Guy? is it the Epstein Files?
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.