100% Within My Rights
Until this moment, I have not really appreciated the magnitude of the problem of misdirection. Big lies are easier to spot and avoid. Mitch has not repeated Trump’s extreme lie that the election was “stolen.” He has only said Trump is “100 percent within his rights to look to allegations of irregularities and weigh his legal options.” True enough. I mean, we’re all 100 percent within those rights at all times, aren’t we?
Love in the Time of Pandemic
I want to inhale you, smell your hair, rub my cheek against yours, hold you close and dance in the moonlight
I want to talk to you, tell you everything: the important stuff, the trivial stuff, the mind-blowing stuff, the boring stuff
I want to hold your hand, sit in silence, sip from the same glass, eat from the same plate, sleep in the same bed
I Believe… [It Wasn’t Great Before Trump]
...that after a week of election drama and four years of Trump, we can finally get back to arguing about climate change, being afraid of mass shootings, and the difficulties of online dating.
Now Is the Time to Be Gracious and Get to Work Being Honest with Ourselves
At this phase, Trump ain’t going quietly. Lots of lawsuits. Recounts. Tantrums. Conspiracy theories. We now get to witness the full madness of our King George, a meltdown so massive it would be good to take serious note of how badly we can get things wrong in our democracy. One fact we need to acknowledge before our nipples get hard and we go running in the streets naked, flogging MAGA hat wearers with our engorged cocks:
If it hadn’t been for a pandemic, he would’ve won.
Notes from the Post-it Wall |Week of November 1, 2020
I look forward to knowing the indisputable results of the presidential election so that we can enjoy our holiday season debating whether “Baby It’s Cold Outside” is a rape song or not. (It is. That’s how shit got done in President Truman’s America.)
Microsoft Teams is the Devil’s Tool
“This is no way to pray. This is no way to send our loved one off to the Great Beyond. To Heaven? I don’t know. I’m not sure anymore. I’m not even sure I was ever so sure at all.”
Typical Fr. Harrington. Always starting his sermons with a sense of existential dread and confusion. Topped off with a sprinkle of self-doubt. He’s the Woody Allen of Catholicism. He even had a questionable relationship with an ingénue at his old parish in Portland, Maine. That’s how he ended up here. In my church.
I Believe… [Post Election Special]
I believe… that more people voted in this election than any since 1900. The most obvious and indisputable will of the population has been tallied. We are almost evenly split.
The World is a Fucking Torture Chamber
The world is a fucking torture chamber,
endless videos of shlock horror porn,
or, actually, it's more subtle than that,
endless cubicles of particleboard,
computer screens, perfunctory greetings.
I see people and I want to sodomize, rape them,
kill them in their sleep, or wake them up,
just to see the surprise and terror on their stupid faces
and to puncture their flesh to see the contortions of pain.
Donald Trump Declares Himself the 45th and 46th President of the United States
The Patriot Protection Act declares a one-mile radius around the White House to be “lava”.
Election 2020: Swimming in Sewage Toward a Different Kind of More Hopeful Cesspool
In a Violent World, Non-Violent Protest is the Grown-up Choice
The most effective protests are theater of a sort. Targeted. Strategic. Not a question of numbers but of intent. Where you protest matters. How you protest matters.
I Believe… [In Biden]
I believe... that Joe Biden will be the next President of the United States.
Perfectionism
How to Begin De-Fanging The Isms in the System
How to eradicate the affects of racism and classism in America is to reconfigure the tools used by bigots and the greedy.
The House on Deer Creek Road: Part 6
The final horrors await you just inside the door…
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 25, 2020
I don’t want us to go back to normal. I want us to go forward to better.
Holding Our Collective Breath (While Wearing Masks)
The House on Deer Creek Road: Part 5
This is what you want, isn’t it? You want to know what I saw in that house. You want me to describe it as though it were like any other organism on Earth. Well, it isn’t. What I saw is like no living creature. It was made out of darkness.
The Minutes of Our Last Meeting | It's a Wander-ful Life! Clarence's Lament
George introduced himself to Mr. Potter as Juniper P. Moneylumps. He has several different aliases, now.
Trip Report | White Sunglasses: Russell Springs, KY
I’m walking Nola through Russell Springs KOA, a park reviewed on Google as “not bad for what it is.” We drove down from my cousin’s in Paris, Kentucky, attracted by the website description. “It's water, water everywhere when you stay at this campground right next to Lake Cumberland!” But the campsite map notes, “No access to lake from KOA.” However, the showers are clean and there's 24-hour laundry. Not bad for what it is.
...that, at a certain age, a birthday is no longer a celebration of your existence but another notch in the ‘Fuck off, Death’ belt.