It’s been a week. Let’s get right to it. I’ve mixed in a few pieces of welcome wackiness to break up the anger and updates. I’m posting this early because just thinking about all the new that can break before the end of the day is making me sweat, and will likely require it’s own post to respond to.
If you’re going to any marches or protests this weekend, check in with me on social and let’s swap some photos.
This…isn’t bad for us. More savings and less spending.
Oh, so he was guilty. Who knew, right?
Getting really, really stressed about November.
A friend and I were texting this week and I opined that you need a PhD in internet studies and memeology to understand most extremist groups these days – across all ideological stripes. I stand by that.
Two words: sex weasels.
There is a great confrontation coming in society about how much we can exist and expand as an economy based on “service.” Whether that’s other people cooking the majority of our food or serving it to us, we need to think boldly about alternative ways of living.
Small Dog Nation LOVES an art heist!
It also loves an archaeological find.
“You create this world where you’re not just militarizing the police—you equip the police like soldiers, you train the police like soldiers—why are you surprised when they act like soldiers?” Rizer, a former police officer and soldier, said. “The mission of the police is to protect and serve. But the premise of the soldier is to engage the enemy in close combat and destroy them. When you blur those lines together with statements like that…It’s an absolute breakdown of civil society.”
Well, I’m crying now…
Seems like a relevant anniversary to remember with solemnity.
Thank you for your interest in wiping out half of humanity. We are experiencing a high volume of apocalypse right now. Your apocalypse is very important to us. The next available group of self-identified experts with no experience in the field will be with you shortly. https://t.co/OhgU49X7tJ
— Rebecca Metz (@TheRebeccaMetz) June 1, 2020
Friend of the Blog Caitlin penned a piece on being a stranger in a strange land: a Canadian in the US in the current day and age. Worth a read.
“When we elected Donald Trump, we elected a political arsonist. The sole consolation of his presidency, in its early years, was that there was surprisingly little dry tinder. The economy hummed along, seemingly imperturbable. We faced few foreign crises. Domestic divisions remained mostly digital. This is not to dismiss real disasters or excuse cruel policies — from children thrown into cages to toxins dumped into our streams to the lethal mismanagement of Hurricane Maria — but it could have been worse. Playacting civil war on Twitter, as the president often did, was never the nightmare scenario. The nightmare scenario was the social fracture and violent crises of the 1960s layered atop the political and media system of the 2020; the tests of presidential leadership that have defined past eras demanded of this leader, in this era. We weren’t there, and then, all of a sudden, we were. We are.“
This cheetoh-dusted failure of a human being has made every single crisis we have faced – natural or man made – worse. Every single bloody one. I honestly hate him.
Edited to add: hate him. His malignant narcissism is a poison.
However, he doesn’t cause damage by himself or in a vacuum. He’s aided by protections from people who long professed contrary values but were happy to discard when push came to shove, and has surrounded himself with useless yes-men who add confusion upon confusion.
….this is…this is a hell of a headline...
We live in the dumbest timeline, but we can’t change the past and we can change the future: