2026 Augustwhilewetfuckitexperiment

Trump Protected By Surface-to-Air Missile System While Golfing
“A mercurial, strange, demented grifter president now has near-complete power over the conjugation of two powerful states within the State, each of which has its own bipartisan life — the National Security State, and the Predatory Capitalist State”
Why Peace Would Spell Ruin for the Global Elites
A dying West is eating its children
“The only way to understand about “MAHA” or Trumpism is that these people all believe the fundamental flaw with our society is that we devised too many ways to intervene against the laws of nature to allow The Weak to survive. They’re solving the problem that some kids should be dying but aren’t”
It’s a Third World After All
Thoughts on atomised society and why atomisation is related to alienation
Normativity from the Standpoint of Its Victims
The Shitlord Networks of America
Monopolies Made Life Unaffordable
Showing how Quickly the American State Can Plan an Economy When Empire Demands It
“I mean, there’s really no hiding anymore that the purpose of The Atlantic is to ease centrists into gladly welcoming and accepting the rise of fascism”
“Culturally, this is because we had twenty years of roaring all-channels advocacy for increased racism, harder crackdowns and latterly more deportation and demonstrative cruelty. We had this alongside – at best – total contempt for those opposing austerity, war, racism, police violence and genocide”
“This is how you know we need a wealth tax”
Understanding the Dictatorship of Capital
Atheism, nationalism, and the conductor of the crazy train
“Says a lot about the incentive structure of US politics on the left of center that every single progressive is scrutinized for every little thing while the most rabidly right wing Democratic member of Congress can go talk to Trump’s stenographer and call his fellow party members bigots”
“Republicans roll the dice on anti-Muslim bigotry one more time”
“Still thinking about the time my Jordanian pastor friend was on facebook trying to explain to fellow evangelicals that “Allah” is just the word in his language for “God” and everyone needs to stop talking about it being “demonic” or whatever because they saw it on the Internet”
“Republicans are gonna be so normal about this, I can feel it”
The Impunity MachineMedical Censorship and Gaza
ICE plans to give officers gloves that can deliver painful electric shocks
Today’s ➥ monologueToo many people do not understand that Dump’s Army is double-dipping with immigrants, it thrills the bass and just as importantly trains and gives ICE live target practice for when they’re coming at you after the imminent coup
➥Here’s the Manual for ICE’s Electric Shock Gloves
➥Incarcerated for Life in Shitlord’s War on the Left
➥When will the resistance step it up?
Multiple USS Abraham Lincoln sailors have tried to go overboard amid extended deployment, families say
Shitlords use helmetball to launder money
Ross Douthat Knows the Fascists are On His Side
“If someone in a press relations role is exceedingly helpful and goes out of their way to do something for you it’s usually important to figure out what they get out of that interaction”
Review of Eros and Empire: The Transnational Struggle for Sexual Freedom in the United States
How Baltimore Achieved Historically Low Homicides—With Less Police
How Maryland’s Partisan Election System Disenfranchises a Quarter of Voters
MaggieFuck patriotismSend him off
GPS and the Lost Art of Getting Lost
Prehistory from the airFreshman move-in day
All Trees Bear Witness: Colonial Histories, Climate Breakdown, and Sonic Experiments in Silvic Storytelling
The Unrelenting Hoofbeats of the New LiteratureWatergaw
Nonverbalnessmy spasmadvances myapace exblisscusing me
{ feuilleton }Rest in Peace, John Crowley
Where the Meanings Are: on Fairfield Porter’s art
➥From James Schuyler’s Diary (August 5, 1968)
I probably liked REM too much then and probably dislike then too much now and both are on me but this then and now is a great song
The new Lambchop album drops a week from today, may it save me

jexHeff already deader. Grids may appear for a bit, I promise, no links

2026 May I Ask Your Forgiveness For Putting a Dismemberment Plan Song In Your Ears, It’s In My Head, Be In Yours, or: The Artist As a Gyroscope With a Howard Nemerov Poem In His Head, Be In Yours

Still spinning. Since I proclaimed a fake break from here my pings here have doubled from seven a day to FOURTEEN! woot, a thefuck I must end! Guess (you) the colors I have left, and I kept rejects around to paint on their warped backsides so yes I’ve been painling and wresting, the above suggests to me more light than dark resulting. Nemerov. They’re precocious, I’ve got Doctor Sevrin ears

2025 December the Artist as Boris Badenov

Not by intent, by deliberate fuck-up, fine metaphors abound, when I poor more liquid, whichever medium and mix of medium, I compensate for my complete lack of hand skills – there’s a reason 95% of what I do is squirting a plastic fastfood restaurant-sized ketchup bottle of some combination of gouache, acrylic ink, fountain pen ink, and clear elmers glue – by applying more liquid medium (as opposed to Liquid Liquid OR Medium Medium) than the canvas could possibly absorb and the painting, if I can call it that, dictates some of its own creation as the canvas warps in wetness and directs overflow the fuck where it wants. Youngsters, Boris was Moose and Squirrels’ arch enemy. Diane’s Kamikazi Fun Machine still uses Moose and Squirrel’s theme song for her mic-breaks

2025 November 26

I’m down to my last bottle of fountain pen ink left over from my brief affair with fountain pens and tablets a decade ago before returning to my pencil spouse, the (name of my next band) gorgeous brick red above infused in clear elmer’s glue, grated chalk blazes better on fountain pen ink than acrylic ink: fountain pen ink > acrylic ink, yo. I have an online ink-store’s cart filled with options, I’m just waiting for this weird, pleasant, surprising , and worrisome bout of calm and – get this – itchy but can’t find the spot to scratch optimism, about what I don’t know, to fade before purchasing, much less committing to use, the ink