It’s a Dark Day for America – and for the World

The swearing in of Donald Trump as our next president is like the Doomsday Clock being reset to  midnight.

This babbling, lying, evil Antichrist is everything that the world doesn’t need right now.

He’s a racist, a misogynistic sex offender, a senior citizen who acts like an evil little boy with no interest in toys but a keen passion for destruction and death. Chaos is imminent.

Personally, I’m forced to apologize on behalf of my fellow citizens who, though opposed to Trump, would never elect a woman as leader of my country.

Yes, I mean to sincerely apologize.

There are people in this country and the world over who don’t deserve this – and what is sure to follow.

As my life wanes, I believe I’m fortunate in that I won’t be here for another four years. I did put up new Christmas lights this year, but I threw them away around a week ago. I kept one string for my bedroom because I no longer have a tolerance for the dark. I believe my Christmas Curse has been paid for in full. I’m finished.

I’m not afraid, but I do worry about you, wherever you are. I’ll be leaving behind a shell of pain, but you will be entering the worst time in modern history.

We are in a worldwide famine. Only rapid depopulation (like a really big war) can stop that. Global warming has not been disproven by our current weather; indeed, it was stated long ago that such weather would be driven by a warmer Earth. And one reason it feels so cold is because we’ve already changed and “normal” is no longer what it was. And in the face of recent past winters, even a trace of snow and ice seems like a catastrophe.

You ain’t seen nothing yet.

The wildfires in the US West are the result of winds coming in and being driven through the Santa Ana Mountains, drying everything out even worse than drought had already started (climate change has made these winds more likely in January). All it takes then is a discarded cigarette or cigar, or an idiot with a can of Zippo fluid and a pack of matches.

But whether it’s carelessness or arson, it’s all done. People have lost everything they own in an inferno. Those people were fortunate, but they don’t feel like it. Others died.

Being burned alive is no way to die.

We’re in a bad place. Insurance companies are nothing more than thieves with a license to steal and even to kill. The homeless are now dependent on others for “charity” as a Republican put it.

This is all “apocalyptic,” and if you scoff now, that will soon change.

If you choose to ignore the danger, that’s your choice to make. But you may be overwhelmed by the fear of what’s coming, and trying to be optimistic and numbing the fear.

Or maybe you’re full of the lies pushed by idiot politicians and you’ve been manipulated by the press, which is never about the truth. It’s about being sensational, titillating and peddling bullshit that will fill commercial ad space. Sell the lies, sell the products; it’s all for the money.

Artificial Intelligence is not your friend and should be tightly controlled. Well, it should have been. That ship has long since left port. Don’t trust anything.

This time I call on the people of good conscience to unite against treasonous oligarchs, billionaires, and those who are evil everywhere. The line must be drawn here: this far, no further!

Because it’s your last chance. And no matter how far into the Trump cult you are, I give you fair warning here and now that you and your children have no idea how your fervent loyalty is about to be repaid. You should be mortified by what you’ve done.

Shame on you, America. The sun will not set on this day before the chaos begins.

May God have mercy.

Stephen King, Master Truth-teller

On X, the author remarked the type of rifle used to shoot Trump’s tiny ear was a variant of the AR-15, the weapon of choice used for mass shootings. The one the Republicans have worked so hard to keep legal. He’s taken a lot of heat, but that’s to be expected when Republicans are faced with the truth. Any truth.

Mr. King has already established his credibility as a patriot. Don’t hate those who tell the truth. Don’t hate the truth, and you can be as free as the wind.

What gives me “direction” in life?

What gives you direction in life?

This promt is infuriating. I don’t think it is a valid question. Perhaps there was a time when it was one, but that would be before my time.

Read this article and watch the video interview to get an idea of where I stand and why the above question is so repulsive to me.

Now that you have seen and read some really interesting, screwy, looney, out there, absolutely psychotic stuff, tell me that “direction” on an individual level means anything at fucking all.

People live their lives the best that they can, according to beliefs, morality and knowledge gained from hard experience, or they don’t. And many times, those who don’t are just fucking crazy.

The guy in the video is fucking crazy and I should have put an upper case “c” on that word. He asserts that John F. Kennedy Jr. is still alive and will soon emerge from hiding to be Trump’s next vice president.

He contradicts himself by agreeing that Joe Biden is a “hologram” and then says he’s actor James Woods in a rubber mask.

He says that when Biden was still vice president, he was executed.

He asserts that an FBI informer is a good man despite damaging testimony against Trump. What this man says about January 6th is so far out there I’m not even able to comment on it. Watch the video in the link, you’ll see.

This walking meatball is entombed in a world of conspiracy theories and lies and pure fantasy that I’d wager he likely also believes that Harry Potter is real and an imminent threat to Christianity. If you had a sail boat and set sail on the Chesapeake Bay, and your rudder fell off, then a squall moved in, you’d get this fucker.

As for the rape trial, Trump said he cut short a golf trip to Ireland to face his accuser, who isn’t his “type”. Of course she’s not his type. She’s not his daughter. But long before 2016, I’d read stories about how he forced women into sex. Trump is or was a rapist, I know it. I know it in my heart. I stuck the “was” in there because I doubt that with his KFC-clogged arteries, he can have an erection now. But without any personal experience in such matters, I can say with confidence that rape is pretty difficult to commit with a limp, shriveled up dick.

His fans have some scary, fucked-up, and downright sick ideas about him. I don’t usually engage in criticism of physical appearance, but some of the goddamnedest looking women in tight T-shirts hugging the most saggy, misshapen breasts I’ve ever seen the outlines of have become sex billboards. The shirts proclaim love and sexual desire and say things like “You can grab my pussy anytime” which I guess might preclude any fair, impartial judgement of their appearance in my mind.

I’m not perfect. It’s funny that if I see someone with a kind soul and some semblance of rationality, I think they’re beautiful. If I don’t see that, I’m just gonna see fucking ugly.

Trump’s people. They love him and worship him.

In return, he lies to them, insults them, and uses them to death. He hates every goddamn one of them. Hates them, and in their bubbles of delusion, they can’t believe it. You can’t even talk to them. Spending more than 120 seconds with one can cause permanent damage. Because you ain’t never gonna be the same.

What gives me direction in life? Well, when I’m not outraged and cussing, it’s my willingness to admit I don’t know anything. That I am nobody. That my honor was stripped from me and I seek it because to die without it is a horrible thing. I want to love. And I want others to know it when I do.

We are seldom with “direction” in life. We have to wing it, do our best not to cause harm, keep faith with our higher power, and fight the fights that are worthy.

In these batshit crazy times, it’s a tall order to have. But we must accept it.

The alternative is believing James Woods is living in the White House.

Bunk and Circuses

Ah, recessions and inflation, you gotta love em, right? We may go hungry, but the longest-running scams in human history do very well in such times as these.

Did you think Alex Jones was done for when he lost his right by way of a court ruling to keep saying that the Sandy Hook shooting was staged?

Think again. The man is a maniac and he’s psycho, but a lousy salesman, he is not.

And if you’re like me, you probably never recovered from the fact that he makes millions off his complete line of completely stupid products. There’s his chocolate chicken bone milkshakes that restore–hell, I forget what they do. But on one segment of his show he demonstrated how delicious it was by drinking the shit. Well, I take that back. He sampled it, made the grimace of a sickened hemlock drinker–Socrates, minus the famous wisdom.

Actually he’s a lot like Dr. Oz. He sells shit to the public with false claims and pockets profits that would make Joel Osteen turn green with pure jealousy. Jones’s line of products have been determined to be everything from toxic to completely useless to nonsensical. And fraudulent.

He was lampooned twice by John Oliver and I have no doubt he still sells perineal wipes. Oh, come on. You didn’t know? Yes, Jones sells wet wipes (specifically) for the area between your genitals and your anus. During the COVID-19 lockdown he sold some shit he swore would prevent you from catching the virus. That is, he did, until the FDA told him to knock that shit off. Jones is but one scammer in a huge cesspool of flim-flammers, snake oil salesmen and whatever else you want to call these thieves who take money from the gullible and never miss a good night’s sleep.

https://youtu.be/pLafjTh8Tdg

It’s okay. These guys always get their comeuppance in the end. Jim and Tammy Bakker scammed millions from their followers on a retreat that was supposed to be a paradise in which to seek peace and restoration. It ended up being one 8-room shithole. Meanwhile, the Bakkers pissed the money away by weird shit like Jim’s pissy-ass, baby demands that whole baker’s racks of cinnamon rolls be placed in his bedroom every morning. He didn’t eat them, didn’t even like them. Just liked waking up to the smell of fresh cinnamon buns. One time he bought a Rolls Royce even though he and Tammy’s PTL ministry was edging very close to complete and total failure. The brat even once threw a hissy fit when either ketchup or mustard wasn’t on his hamburger. Remind you of anyone?

One Rolls Royce turned into two. A private jet. Another glamorous car. A retreat and theme park, the former of which he sold more than 100 percent capacity. And this was fucking timeshares!

Then it came out that Jim and a fellow preacher had raped his church secretary, and the empire crashed. He had paid Jessica Hahn hush money and screwed up his books. Well, it had gone so badly by then that if he did keep two ledgers as was suspected, neither one of them would have looked very good.

The revelation of the payout to Hahn drew scorn from atheists to liberal Christians who did not like the idea of raping young women and having hundred thousand dollar toilets.

I don’t know about you, but when I gotta shit, I could not possibly care less as to what the commode looks like. I don’t even care where it is. A latrine, a Johnny on the spot, a hole in the ground — it doesn’t matter. I don’t even care if that hole in the ground is occupied by some kind of animal, long as it doesn’t bite or sting my perineal area. It’d be humiliating to have to buy soothing perineal wipes from infowars.

Where was I? Oh, right. Jim Bakker. Well, he got this bright idea of resigning from PTL and handing the reigns over to Jerry Falwell. Who, it turned out, found incredible amounts of missing money and had no problem with saying it out loud. He took permanent control and barred the Bakkers from ever coming back. Then the IRS dropped the bomb.

Bakker and two associates were charged with conspiracy and fraud, Jim was sentenced to 45 years in prison, and wife and false eyelash model Tammy Faye divorced his ass before the damage spread to her.

While I watched all this between and after training, I burned with anger. Here, in one married couple, I thought, was every single thing wrong with false churches. Greed, money, fraud, graft, bribery, sexual perversion and predation, and yet — yet, people scammed out of thousands, tricked and deceived and used so badly, still loved this fucker. How?

Because I didn’t quite believe they understood what he’d done and they were forgiving him anyway! I believed then, as I do now, that to forgive is a Godly, honorable thing, but that’s not exactly what I was seeing either. They all worshipped this filth. Worshipped, and that was the first time I got just how evil the televangelists really were. And they began falling like dominoes.

Jimmy Swaggert had already been outed as a perv for getting caught with a hooker. In 1991, he was pulled over by police for three moving violations: no seatbelt, no vehicle registration, driving on the wrong side of the road. He was with a prostitute at the time. When are men gonna learn, huh? You need to wait until the room is rented before you get her to faceplant into your lap; that way you don’t drive over the line and piss off police officers. How dumb can you get? He should have read The Glitter Dome by Joseph Wambaugh.

I know you probably think I’m a conservative preacher-basher. Well, you’re right. I am.

Because on his release from prison, just as a dog returns to his own vomit, Bakker went right back to his old ways. He found a new eyeliner wife, kind of a Tammy Faye clone; a sugar daddy who gave him the funds to build new condos, and it’s sickening to me.

But one thing’s clearly changed.

He no longer does that seed gospel or “prosperity” gospel shit. Oh, no.

Now he’s a doomsday prepper, hawking buckets of diarrhea as food, and the buckets even double as flotation (!) devices. He wants you to know that the End Days are upon us. After listening to his melodramatic bullshit, I’m never going to write about that subject again. This dickhead went from perverted selfish man-baby and hustler to a convict, a hustler, and a doom-sayer who scares the shit out of people in order to sell bullshit products to gullible people who can’t afford it but swear he’s been reformed.

He’s far from it and here we have another scammer who tried to sell some shit on the claim that it prevented COVID-19. It didn’t, and the FDA threatened to knock his dick in the dirt unless he ceased the sale and renounced his claims. Snake oil.

Jim Bakker, like Alex Jones, is a swine. Not my judgment; it shows in everything they do. And both claim the faith. Both scare people to keep watching and listening and buying their bunk products.

That’s not okay.

Bonus scam: crystals

Yeah, I’m gonna talk bad about crystals. If you don’t want to read it, then please feel free to close this tab.

Spiritualism, talking to the dead, summoning spirits, praising Zeus and Artemis or other gods, contacting angels and demons. Some type of this is practiced by novices, witches, and a host of other people. And New Ageism is going strong.

One of the best-selling products out there is crystals. They come from everything from quartz to birthstones and sell big.

The reason is that they are believed to contain certain energies. This crystal is good for the 3rd eye Chakra, that one is better for genital Chakra. And so on, restoring balance to mind and body and whatever.

It’s a lot of crappola. What scares me most, though, is people using them to summon spirits to accompany them in astral projection. I’ve covered this before. Any spirit you manage to summon will not be a good one. God doesn’t lend his angels out for selfish or evil purposes. They obey his commands, and that’s it. We are not to worship angels. That’s an abomination. You’d fare better praying to a god that never existed, like Hera.

Because if you don’t summon anything good, and something does answer your call, it is the beginning of a nightmare. You won’t like it. And if that nightmare happens, it’s not likely to end without serious help. Forget reiki masters. Real life ain’t like television, folks. You’ll only make things worse. Stop with the seances and ouija boards. You’ll need God’s help and the clock is ticking.

One of several complaints about Ed and Lorraine Warren is that when a family was struggling with incidents they couldn’t understand and needed help, the Warrens would just show up unbidden. And Lorraine, with her seances, always made it worse. Because that shit calls demons to this plane.

More than one story depicted in movies turned out to have been falsified. The Conjuring 2 was a complete fabrication. Or prevarication. In other words, it was bullshit. The Warrens showed up unsolicited and were them promptly told to leave. That’s it. And adding the dramatic ending with that stupid Bee Gees song was plain drek.

The Annabelle stories are a riot, though. Unintentional black comedy is the best. I screamed with laughter.

And just in case you think I’m piling on, or engaging in overkill, let me tell you, more urban legends, at least say, a decade or two ago, were started or embellished and kept going by, you guessed it, religious fruitcakes.

Drilling To Hell

I really don’t know how this got started. I mean, humans do stupid things to the earth. One party drilled through the bottom of the Chesapeake Bay. Beneath it they found an ancient body of water with fierce salinity levels, and any leakage substantial enough could have killed just about every kind of life in the bay. It was a reckless endeavor but I’ve read nothing about it recently. I know that the sample did have ancient microbes, but that’s it. I’m not bothering to research it because I want to talk about a drilling project that took place, supposedly, in Soviet Russia.

I’ve never really understood what the bore was supposed to find, but it’s been said that they were using it to get to the earth’s core, which simply is not possible. At a certain depth, the “real” story goes, they hit rock that proved to be too much for the drill (maybe they were looking for chakra crystals? Scientific studies revealed that crystals have no power to heal or restore vigor or ill health beyond the placebo effect).

There was nothing to do but seal off the bore hole and truck the equipment back to its home.

As you’ll see in the following video, what happened next grew legs and turned the abandoned shaft into the tunnel to Hell.

Way back in the MySpace days someone posted a recording of the “souls” down in Hell and what sounded like a woman ordering others to do things. It’s different than the one in the following video, but just wait until you get to the part where he tells you who propelled this nothing into a still-repeated, godawful lie, then to an urban legend that pastors still use to scare the shit out of people so they’ll pay up at the offering plate in order to buy their way to Heaven.

Things are never what a good story says they are. Using manipulation and lies to convert new Christians is evil, disgusting, brazen.

The Insanity Has Spread

Russia has stated that “Donald Trump is our agent” and calls the FBI raid on his Florida estate (I won’t use the name anymore because it’s such a stupid fucking name) “persecution”.

Hell, we knew that from the beginning. Come on, Putin, hurry up before your STDs kill your psycho ass, and tell us something we don’t know. Oops. I did say STDs, didn’t I? Well that’s rather silly of me, innit?

I don’t know what’s eating him. But sure as Billy goats try to hump girls on bicycles, something’s got Putin. I shouldn’t have said STDs. That was very immature of me. But I enjoyed it.

See, it’s like this. I hate lies. I hate dishonesty in every form. Just tell the fucking truth. Don’t bother with philosophy or bullshit like “the truth will set you free” because sometimes telling the truth lands you in a prison cell.

I don’t know why. It’s beyond all my abilities to analyze as to the level of rabid commitment people have to Donald Trump. He is a boob and a douchebag. He’s a swine, yet people have breached this country’s Capitol building and gone to prison for it. Before that, several dumbasses went to jail then prison for various things done in his 2016 campaign. They all thought he would give them pardons, but Trump does not live to be loyal. He lives for others to be loyal to him, without question. During his term (and new tell-all books are being published like kernels in a carnival popcorn machine) he actually asked, “Why can’t people treat me like Hitler?”.

But some do. And a man got shot by FBI agents because the FBI raided Trump’s home so he declared all Feds should die and then quite astonishingly tried to enter a field office. The chase ended with him being shot to death. I’m of the mind that if you’re willing to die for a cause, the only legitimate one is protecting someone else in imminent danger. And I would do that which is why I carry a blade. Don’t judge me — it might be you I fight for. I’m too banged-up to fight, fuck or run a footrace, but never doubt that I would do the honorable thing should you be in danger.

And there are millions just like me.

But the Aryans, Nazis and other hate groups including the far-right churches, they’ll do the opposite. You don’t matter. But to them, Trump is the messiah and must be restored to his rightful throne. To this end they’ve already killed, and are calling for a civil war. That’s three things: terrifying, laughable and incredibly tragic.

As far as Russia claiming to own Trump, that’s a smoking gun. They know better than Trump does what’s in those files, because he’s too stupid to. He can barely read; remember that he asked for his briefings to include more maps and pictures? What a simpleton.

We will see where this goes, but I don’t think he’s getting off this time. He scared and beat this country down with bunk, but sometimes, nothing can stop the truth from being revealed.

And remember, the first step toward wisdom can only come from first admitting that you’re fool. Donald Trump will never know that simple, universal truth.

Til next time, stay safe, stay aware, and be well.

Good News, Bad News

Okay, let’s have the bad news first. In California, the BA.5 subvariant of the Omicron variant of COVID-19 has a fearful trait. Once in the body it replicates faster and more efficiently than its predecessors. And it ain’t gonna go away, so wherever you are, prepare. Keep masking, distance yourself from others, and keep safe. Get updates on boosters whenever they’re available and you should be good to go.

According to NBC News, a New York Times poll shows that 75 percent of Republicans still support Donald Trump, still believe his lies and would vote for him again. Morons.

And just to show you how much the world regards women as cattle, let’s say hello to Vincent McMahon of WWE fame. The majority shareholder of the company has been outed for paying 12 million dollars in NDAs, or hush money, to women he sexually abused, including at least one woman in his employ as a wrestler. It’s so bad that, after forcing her to perform oral sex on him and she refused further contact of any sexual nature, he demoted her and then would not renew her contract. Imagine how humiliating that was, and how it still affects her. 3 million is nothing to what she goes through.

It is unknown how many more women he violated, but things like this usually bring a lot of past victims forward, and McMahon deserves everything he gets. Because I know there are more. I’ve heard stories about him for decades, all of them grotesque. Forcing wrestlers to take steroids, then denying it, destroying lives and refusing to ever say their names again, writing puerile scripts that got so weird that I eventually stopped watching.. Mark Henry once had “an affair” with a pretty old Mae Young who used to wrestle, supposedly impregnating her. Some time later she went into labor and birthed a hand.

Mae Young announced her pregnancy at none other than the Baltimore Arena on 27 January, 2000.

The hand was the “miscarriage” caused by Kurt Angle in the following clip:

Now that was funny. She wasn’t really hurt, but my sick sense of humor has its limits, and the hand was it.

I had ideas about McMahon before this, but 1999-2000 were my favorite two years for wrestling. WCW was always cool, and Goldberg, the nWo and even Tank Abbott were there. The wrestlers for both franchises were fun to watch, but as soon as WCW was bought by WWE, that did it. I stopped watching. Still don’t. Even the video games, with their pay-extra wrestlers, clunky controls and awful create mode, suck.

Long before 2000 and long after, McMahon was a ravenous wolf who preyed on those he considered beneath him. And he considers almost everyone beneath him, especially women.

I’d like to see the bastard prosecuted. He’s so defiant and smug that even after leaving his daughter in an acting CEO position, he’s appeared on two shows in the ring. What a snot.

President Biden has headed to Israel on a multi-stop Middle East visit. He’s got a tough job ahead, especially in Saudi Arabia where questions about a murdered Washington Post reporter are bound to come up. On the other hand he’s got to negotiate oil prices. Iran will be discussed on every leg of the trip because impossibly, that nation is hosting Russian fruit loop Vladimir Putin and he’s asking for help in his massacre of Ukrainian children. You can’t make this shit up.

Russia seems in control of the eastern front, but Ukraine remains strong and defiant. How much longer, I wonder, until this insane war spills beyond the current theater of war? I hold to my previous assessment: it will spread.

Wait. Before I leave you tonight, what about the good news I mentioned in the title of this post?

There is none. I couldn’t find any.

Until next time, be well, be careful, be safe, and may God bless.

COVID-19 and Science Denial: More To It Than I Thought

Here is an awesome article that is a must-read. You don’t need to understand every word, but You’ll likely come away knowing more about something that has been bothering you. It sure has bothered me.

One warning before you read, though: in the end you will not get all of the answers raised during the pandemic. It does not explain everyone’s behavior and it will not offer you any comfort.

Should you read it or store it as a pdf file for later, keep that in mind. Remember that with the SARS-CoV-2 onset and the initial failure of methods for treatment being arrived at, nobody knew what to do. It overwhelmed us like a deadly blizzard until we were buried, reduced to using refrigerator truck-trailers to store corpses. It may be easy now to forget so many details, because we were all on sensory overload. The brain takes things at its best speed, and when it does overload, shock or some other mechanism slows everything down. Trauma? Yes, I talk about that a lot, but with good reason; everyone goes through traumatic events, perhaps varying in severity, but in the brain, it seems the damage is not always so apparent. Damage does show up in brain scans, although it must be actually looked for by a trained diagnostician to be interpreted as damage from posttraumatic stress disorder.

I’m mentioning PTSD because the article doesn’t. Yet some of the damage associated with the syndrome may be worsened by such a crisis as a pandemic, and may even affect the mechanisms required to respond rationally to anything, much less a health crisis.

For example, I know of two people with PTSD who responded similarly, then very differently to the early part of the pandemic.

Both knew each other. One had almost certainly had the virus. Both agreed that improvising masks when none could be found was a good idea. One went over everything brought in from a grocery with sanitary wipes, the other couldn’t find them in stores or online. One knew that the other had been very sick and advised turning often when lying down and even sleeping on the “stomach”. It probably saved the life of the sick one. The dry cough turned productive and gradually that person felt better, but certainly not overnight. The other subject never showed symptoms. That was the one wiping down everything brought in from the outside.

We have since learned that such a precaution was never necessary, although hand washing seemed crucial. As masks became available and in areas where people actually used them, numbers of morbidity and mortality decreased. The decline was definite, easily visible on line graphs.

This is where the article comes in. I’ll let you read and soak it in, but we know that many people denied that COVID-19 was real and cooked up conspiracy theories to explain the shutdown. They denied that anyone had died, much less in so many numbers. That is, of course, until they or someone they knew went into a critical care unit. People they knew didn’t come back. Some said only hours before their death, “It’s real” and via video calls begged their families to take it seriously.

But even if they believed that it was real, conspiracy theories covered that and the mortality rate: it was manufactured, or engineered, if you will, by the Chinese. It was deliberately spread to the world by infected subjects via air travel. Stories were out there of people boarding planes feeling fine but deathly ill by time to land. These stories fed “proof” to conspiracy theorists who then spread their interpretation far and wide via internet. When it became clear that people believed these theories and Donald Trump began calling it the “China virus,” hate crimes against all Asians became prevalent. Sure, it’s disgusting, but it happened. It is still happening.

People would look up and see a private, single engine Cessna circling as it climbed-out after takeoff, and suddenly the skies were full of Asians using chemtrails to spread the virus. Or it was the CIA, or anyone else you can imagine.

The whole idea took a different turn some time in early spring, 2020. Focus on bioengineering switched locations to from Wuhan Province to USAMRIID, Fort Detrick, Maryland. It went from there to the University of North Carolina, where some puddinghead found out that research on coronaviruses was ongoing. When it came to light (it wasn’t a secret) that studies included modifying a virus and infecting modified mice, the staff in that department were issued death threats.

The novel coronavirus which causes the disease COVID-19 has repeatedly been proven to originate in wildlife. In earlier outbreaks of coronaviruses like SARS and MERS, the virus had evolved by going from bats to other animals, then making the jump to humans. With this one, it came directly from bats and didn’t need a middle host animal.

Republicans had a field day with conspiracy theories, all of which, Trump claimed implicitly, were to make him look bad. He was desperate to downplay the COVID-19 pandemic or to thrust false allegations to deflect what he thought made him look bad. Fox News and OANN scrambled to make liberals and Asians appear guilty for creating the virus and inflating the numbers.

In a now infamous interview, though, Trump seemed to have had a mental break, and flat-out told the opposite of what he had said in the beginning: that it was fake, then that a “few cases, and it will be gone”. In that interview he was a actually clear: “It’s the plague,” he said. And he described exactly how easy it was to catch.

Later he would act as if the interview was a deep fake. And he went right off the deep end. In a press conference, he said it could easily be beaten by injecting disinfectant into patients because “I hear it does a real number on the lungs” and worse, that ultraviolet lights could be inserted into the body cavity to kill the virus. Either treatment would be fatal.

After he had endorsed hydroxychloroquine as a treatment or a preventive and caused chaos enough, because anti-masking activists actually took it, and some died anyway, this press conference stands out as one of the most outrageous ever given by a United States president.

There has never been more concrete evidence that conspiracy theories are extremely harmful. Homicides were committed over these during the pandemic’s peak, and even after. People died because some people whose brains malfunctioned spread bullshit to a population with a growing sense of panic.

When shops closed, family businesses like delicatessens, when people lost jobs, they foamed at the mouth for someone to blame. I’m all for placing rightful blame where it belongs, but after that blame is fixed, cooler heads must prevail. Justice cannot be served by angry acts of or by vigilantism. If you haven’t noticed, US prisons aren’t a solution either; too many innocent people populate those Hell holes, and midemeanants never belong there at all.

In the sad case of the COVID-19 pandemic, there is no blame, not for the origin of the coronavirus that causes it. There is plenty of blame for everyone still adhering to conspiracy theories. For smear campaigns and death threats. For homicides and hate crimes. True, the first link I posted above does explain why some people are especially vulnerable to conspiracy theories and it’s tragic. It’s not their fault and we need studies that can end in ways to treat them. But that doesn’t account for everyone else who were, and still are, motivated by politics and religion.

The first step comes with understanding the difference and continuing the mission of telling the truth and trusting the scientific and scholarly communities. Because the bug that will cause the next Pandemic? It already exists. It just needs to make the jump. Time to gather what we’ve learned and prepare ourselves.

Pardon Me, But Were You Looking For Someone To Blame?

WARNING

The following blog entry contains triggers and adult subject matter. It is intended for adults only.

In New York, we have Andrew Cuomo to thank for mass confusion and bitterness. Last year a blogger outright blamed the death of his in-laws from COVID-19 on Cuomo.

Look, I’m not going to sit here and defend the man. In the article linked above, his behavior is described as “skeevy” which sounds worse but means less than what he’s been accused of. I’d call his behavior downright creepy. He had been vetted as a demigod by the press, and thus made untouchable. Many who have met him, but cannot know him as those closer to him do, have defended him with an alarming amount of zeal and venom. Being a democrat, I am disappointed and frightened.

Because the democratic party doesn’t need this. Any bad publicity is dangerous to this country’s political future. After January 6, 2021, no person should ever question the threat Republicans have become.

That doesn’t mean we should endorse cover-ups. The article leaves no doubt that watchdog journalism is lagging, biased left or right, the truth trapped somewhere in between.

CNN did in fact practically deify Cuomo, regardless of his brother having a show on the cable channel. And I will admit, that, while Andrew Cuomo did a fair job with his press conferences, he also ended up using them, and the positive feedback from them, for self-aggrandizement and a book deal.

Because. They always write fucking books, don’t they?

Then they actually sit and have conversations about who will play their role in the movie. They’re all the same, and with Trump saying that he will be back in office by July, and a bunch of loopy idiots believing him, Democrats needed to come out of the elections looking better than this. He’s a stain, Cuomo is, impossible to cover up, impossible to miss. His ego is sickening. And, yes. He cooked the books and lied.

The blogger said his relatives were casualties of Covid who should never have died. No one can truly judge the ultimate outcomes in a pandemic; it is a case of everything we know being inapplicable because of chaos mathematics. Because people in a closed system, a house, a village, a city, a province, a country – will behave in unpredictable ways and render all casualty projections crude guesswork no matter how many programmers are running variables through a system. Human behavior cannot be reduced to an algorithm.

Cuomo compensated his ego by lying during a crisis that never needed to be downplayed. The truth was what everyone needed, and now he’s just a character in a horror flick, one so bad that no director would touch it.

But if anything, the blogger found someone to blame. Isn’t that what we all want? Someone to blame for anything bad that happens? And if there isn’t anyone to blame, don’t we just pick the easiest target and throw the worst accusations, however crazy they are, at that target?

Oh, wait: I forgot to mention one thing. The blogger kind of tossed in the accusation that Democrats are engaged in depopulation.

For pity’s sake, not that again. Fuck that’s old. Make it go away, God!

A recent PSC featuring Bill Clinton, George Bush and Barack Obama stressed the fact that while they urged people to get a Covid vaccine, it was up to them, that they had a choice.

That, in the most devastating pandemic since the Spanish flu, getting the shots was still your choice to get or refuse. That’s freedom.

Trump, the man who cried “hoax”, was vaccinated. He did not shout it from any rooftop. But he got it.

Meanwhile, after leaving office as the most dishonorable and dishonest president in history, he started his own blog. When millions of readers failed to log on, he shut it down like a petulant little boy whose birthday party no one showed up for, breaking his few presents and holding his breath until his face looked like an overripe strawberry.

But here, we get back to my central point: we have the freedom of choice.

The pandemic was no doubt made worse by the poor choices of people all over the world. When countries initiated border restrictions and social distancing, and businesses shut down, many defied the rules and spread the disease. Nursing homes were hit so hard that some had trucking companies spot reefer trailers on their lots. That’s because assholes who visited them infected them. Nobody to blame. No conspiracy theory; just people who had no honor and would not face the fact that it was they who exposed the elderly to COVID-19…and basically killed them.

Some weren’t supposed to have a choice, depending on where they were. Lockdown meant, “Stay in your house.” A lot of rumors came from countries around the world, but I know that here, parties went on, masks weren’t worn even after the initial shortage was over, and people still went and made choices that we cannot deny got people killed.

Andrew Cuomo heavily restricted gatherings and travel in New York, and people were threatened with fines should they choose to defy those restrictions. He talked a good talk and most listened. Largely out of fear of dying, not any fear of the law.

If you were caught walking without a mask, most NYPD officers just gave you a mask.

Now people have more freedom and with it more choices.

It’s fascinating that few people chose to read Trump’s blog, but it means nothing because he’s clearly become more delusional since leaving office and might be unmedicated to boot. But the weird movement he started with Steve Bannon and a party of psychopaths hasn’t gone away. It won’t go away.

And if he’s unable to tweet, that shouldn’t lull you into thinking that the rot within the GOP will fade away. Like ship worms, the rot and evil are eating the party alive and no one has the balls to try to stop it. That…is their choice. Republicans have sold their souls in exchange for power, and, like all deals with the devil, been forced to commit to something which will be their undoing, yet can cause much collateral harm: we are in trouble.

And…Facebook might let Trump back on. His ban was six months, not permanent, to be reviewed after the suspension expired.

In my recent post about incest, I failed to make a critical distinction. It’s regarding choice, the right to choose, and the right-wing habit of placing blame where it doesn’t belong because they never want to appear responsible for practically anything, and anything that will further their cause will be used to frighten you.

What I’m getting at is my reference to a porn addiction which began when I was a child and was shown 8mm movies by my parents, with a sibling also watching.

I must clarify one very important thing: I am not anti-porn. Viewing pornography is anyone’s choice to make. If it is restricted after becoming so widely available, nothing good can come from it. That’s repression, and it involves the basic human function of sex. Sexual repression is nihilistic and will cause way too much harm. This article I found by accident, but I had already noticed that major internet porn sites had gone through a shakeup; something had happened, and I didn’t know exactly why.

It was as noticeable as it was puzzling.

The changes involved format, content and the ability to download it. This was startling; I knew it was legal in nature as soon as I saw it, but what had happened to make such a change necessary?

My god. The porn industry was policing itself!

It had before, but never like this.

Over the years, AIDS-infected porn stars have caused tremendous fear in those they’ve worked with, beginning with Mark Wallice, who was accused of falsifying test results after he knew he was positive. According to Wikipedia, that’s questionable, and yet it’s not. Because the health of another person in any job shouldn’t depend on one man’s honesty. In the porn industry, it does, but that’s really an illusion since testing is not prevention, and to this day, condoms are rarely used. But still, in 1998, before smartphones and broadband availability or affordability, the amateur and piracy markets had not yet become pervasive, limited largely to VHS tapes and a few DVDs. A shutdown of the main porn industry was extraordinary.

This is nothing like those days. Any time a part of any service industry begins to police itself, whether it be hospitality (which could use a shakeup) or entertainment, including music, film, TV, video games, it means the wagons are being circled.

It means that a legal fight is coming, and leaders of a particular industry know that repressive policies and laws are being drafted that will curtail the scope of their audience and therefore the profits they currently enjoy (few actors in porn ever got rich, but studios and distributors did).

The gaming industry was under such a threat in the early aughts because of violence. Not so much with Medal of Honor, but when Grand Theft Auto 3 came to the PS2, my god. You’d think the Battle of Armageddon had started; it was surely the end of the world!

To prevent congressional attacks and laws restricting content, the industry leaders, mainly publishers, agreed on a rating system that would warn consumers about content and whether it was appropriate for minors. It worked, although parents did not always pay attention. Some only noticed ratings after watching their children playing the game, at which point they freaked out. They tried to sue, but they didn’t fare well because the ratings system was in place and had been widely reported.

It was left to parents to be responsible for everything their children could see, hear or play, an argument that went farther into the past than they knew.

The conservative vultures fly in circles above internet porn. It is something that they believe is appealing to right-wing voters. It’s become a crisis, they say. And if banning all internet porn can be done in one state, namely Utah, the promise is that it can be banned by legislation in 15 other states. But there’s this thing about conservative politics lately that should scare everyone. Voter suppression bills are being drafted in multiple states which lost to Democrats last November but technically shouldn’t have; some of those are red states. And if I tell you that even in a blue state like New York, Andrew Cuomo has caused harm and resentment, even if some of that resentment is misplaced owing to conspiracy theories, then be very careful; conservatives are working at this moment to take away the rights to choose what you watch and who you vote for and without proper resistance, can actually do it.

Republicans like to scare the shit out of everyone. If they can cite a study that backs them up, or worse, inspires them, they’re all over it and men from the pulpit to the senate floor will start a panic if they can. It’s what they do, but if you look at what they’re doing, you’ll become a human lie detector. Because the fearmongering is built with lies on a foundation of biased or outright fabricated studies and reports. Often written by men and women with letters behind their names, these studies are so entrenched in lies that some are unintentionally funny. In the late 70s, dry cleaning fluid, bacon, tea and a few other major products were declared carcinogenic. No, I’m not lying; you can’t make this kind of stuff up. Paul Harvey got so fed up with the cancer nonsense that he described it like this: “they take a bunch of lab rats, pump something in through tubes constantly and when they die, they (the scientists) say, ‘See, they can’t take it’.”

But did anyone stop these stupid biased studies?

Nope. They just made worse ones. And money, usually in government grants, powers these goofy endeavors.

Take the afternoon I spent circa 1994 listening to Rush Limbaugh for example. Normally he moved from one segment to the next covering various stories. Not this day. He went on and on about some study that concluded that women will “reject” the sperm of a man who cannot afford to take care of or provide for them. I couldnt turn it off because he was serious. He believed it and was using it as a theme for the might of white men educated and all smug about their futures.

He managed, in one day, to discredit himself as an intelligent man; he further offered proof that women “on welfare” couldnt possibly have children and men out of work couldn’t possibly be fathers, and furthermore, that women had the supernatural ability of Darwinesque natural selection in their vaginal tracts.

What horseshit, because he’d made a living insulting everyone who ever took money from the government when in times of need. If women had such innate superpowers then where did all those babies he referred to as “welfare kids” come from?

How could he, claiming to have intelligence “on loan from God,” not understand that no such study was possible in the first place? Did some creeps at a university watch women have intercourse and then get them into stirrups and watch as every sperm cell was “rejected” and accounted for?

This is what Republicans do. It’s their trademark, bigotry, lies and fearmongering. Imagine if a marriage was canceled because of a woman hearing this and deciding her fiancee might not keep his job and be able to get her pregnant. Because the worst thing about Republican lies and fearmongering is that someone always believes them.

In the battle brewing over pornography, they’re doing the same thing. Calling it addictive and a mechanism for a threat to public health.

Hypocrites! They resisted measures that would have kept people from dying of Coronavirus complications. Plain and simple. They’re about as concerned for public health as a mass shooter armed with an AR-15.

The arguments against porn are, but are not limited to: it encourages violence against women; it is easily accessed by minors; it gives young people a distorted view of sexuality; it is addictive by nature and constitutes a risk to public health.

Good points, but misleading. My case is not a common one. And besides, because of my prevalent PTSD, I must correct what I called an addiction and instead label it as compulsive. It doesn’t feed any sexual need for arousal and merely floods the brain with more dopamine and serotonin than I’m getting, and usually it calms me and allows me uninterrupted sleep with no nightmares. With the chemical reaction, anyone can argue that this constitutes an addiction, but that’s flawed analysis. When not viewing adult material I do not have any withdrawal symptoms at all; indeed, I’ve gone for months, even years without it, and I was the same in every way.

However, the shame and the stigma with it are overwhelming for some people. I had neighbors in my last neighborhood who were so nosy that in a house with seven bedrooms, they must have stared at my windows, watching for any sign of movement. Due to a budgetary situation the house was, as a group home, not adorned with the most private window coverings. With curtains closed, and from a block away, a certain neighbor apparently was able to see my computer activity. Don’t ask me how he managed it; it remains a fact.

One day, I made the mistake of leaving my computer on, signed in and everything. A staff worker named Kelly used the time I was out to get hold of a partial search history and then forward it to a neighbor who was a police officer. As unprofessional and illegal as it was, soon a group of neighbors had printouts of my entire history and were across the street, reading it and commenting quite audibly that I was one “sick motherfucker” and that they would all join forces in monitoring my behavior.

That’s the stigma of living in a group home. That’s the stigma of looking at porn. It’s everything you can imagine it is, humiliating, embarrassing and terrifying. Nobody should ever know such a horrible situation.

The officer had expanded the partial search Kelly gave him. No warrants, no questioning, no arrest and no conviction, but suddenly I was the neighborhood sex predator. It got worse.

I got several emails that were being sent to people in my area, and it said a sex offender lived in the area, and was recognizable by a limp and a cane. At the time I needed surgery and I did use a cane.

Even when I arrived at a new place the emails continued. I should have consulted an attorney. If my name ever showed up, I would have.

You should be free to do whatever is legally your right to choose. But you’re not. Watch anyone you know go through what I’ve described and you’ll be filled with rage. You should be. Violating someone’s privacy and then engaging in harrassment over anything you find is against the law.

I wish it worked that way. But from the minute you logged into your first computer, you started an electronic footprint that anyone can see. You may be blackmailed, fired from your job, divorced, expelled, harrassed, bullied, maybe eventually murdered. Because some people don’t respect your freedom to choose anything at all. They think if you don’t go to church, you can’t possibly be a Christian. Or that if you watch hardcore porn, then you’re secretly gay or bisexual, if you’re a man. Because hardcore porn has penises in it. They really say these things and they believe them. The homophobic hate is the scariest because people die when it gets worse. And it always gets worse.

If you are on disability, you’re taking taxpayer dollars because you’re a lazy person who doesn’t care about working for a living.

I’ve been accused of just about everything except for the failures I freely admit to. People act all sympathetic and say I can’t blame myself for the deaths of my children. As a father, yes, I can, and I don’t have the right to dodge whatever responsibility, however small, I had. But the sympathy dries up when it comes to freely talking about what I’ve freely done. There are many things I can blame on my parents and others. Watching porn isn’t one of them. Maybe they showed me something I found more interesting and appealing than what was being done to me. I don’t know.

The injuries I sustained during my childhood are many and run deep. But if I can blame certain things on them, then there are some things I cannot. Perhaps it’s true that I was conditioned for sexual preoccupation, and that may have contributed to my promiscuity as a teen and younger man. Or compulsive masturbation or whatever. But some things I can’t fix blame for on anyone.

Conclusions

I’ve seen arguments on both sides about porn. It’s disgusting. Five years ago I read several articles, at least one from an official Christian leaders guide, that gave a large percentage of porn downloads to pastors and church computers. The protestant and catholic churches were in a real quandary: how to stop something that ultimately would be seen as damaging to the credibility of church leaders? How does one stop a man from doing anything in private?

The issue remains in limbo.

So too is it a major activity for Republicans, which makes everyone fighting porn a hypocrite of the highest order. I doubt legislation will pass restricting internet porn, but if it does, they’ll know all the loopholes.

There is scant evidence of social harm from pornography. It’s probably even saved a few marriages. I can’t side against that, because a divorce is not always the answer. Divorces destroy. It’s even true that a couple watching a movie will better communicate their needs, thus strengthening the union.

Porn is sometimes offensive even to those who regularly watch it. Many have no stomach for B&D. Extremely negative for women, breast rings are painful and likely cause deep tissue damage along with vascular and nerve damage. Men lose their penises or their ability for erections because of restrictive rings. And films where mouths contact the rectum don’t have disclaimers about the chances of getting quite sick. But you have a choice as to what you watch and what you do.

Outlawed and bootleg porn are even more extreme. I saw one involving a young woman and a horse. To accommodate the horse, she laid upon a raised table and spread her legs. The horse didn’t thrust right away, and the girl thought she was safe. She was not; one powerful thrust went all the way in and she immediately pulled away. She walked, in shock, to a wooden deck and sat down. She later died of peritonitis.

Extreme sex is therefore best avoided, in porn and in practice. But in general I have to defend your right to watch it and the government has no business trying to stop you. The comparison to voting rights restrictions is appropriate. It’s all about Republican muscle and the fight to continue their fascist rule in 2024.

If you let up…if you don’t pay attention to suppression and oppression, soon you will have no rights left. No abortions regardless of whether your life is in danger. No choice in news networks. Or schools. Or churches. Your children and grandchildren will grow up in a different world, one you cannot imagine.

But you should try to.

Because they’re going to have someone to blame.

You…and me.

On The Ward

Being turned into a moderate Democrat wasn’t what I felt going on. I don’t even know when it happened. But here I am, sick to my heart after four years of pure insanity. You’d think it would be a swing further left. At one time I think I was there.

Because Trump should have sent a lot of people running hell bent so far left that they wound up as progressives. Oh, some did. Now they’re just extremists spewing hate, which they’re supposedly against. They don’t like Republicans. They blanket all conservatives as “demons” and say they’re all going to Hell.

Some claim to be Christians, and forget the love, forgiveness and compassion of Jesus. That’s never going to make any sense to me.

Truth is, Republicans helped get Joe Biden elected. Let me say that again:

Republicans helped Joe Biden win the election.

Republicans voted for impeachment. Republicans have spoken out against Trump. I don’t want to hear about the ones who did so too late. I dont want to hear about the last minute bailing of his staff and cabinet. You and I know that doesn’t mean anything. Just people trying too late to escape whatever reckoning it is that they fear. Because of course they know they’re likely going to get a subpoena to testify against Trump when the information comes hemorrhaging forth about corruption in the administration.  And that information will come, as people regain their senses and clear their heads when distanced from the man. The thing about a corrupt man out of power is, people aren’t afraid of him anymore.

Inside the White House, it has been a nightmare. I know for a fact that he held his staff in abject terror with screaming rants, including petty demands, wild, illegal ideas and commands, and most of all, threats. There’s no way I can describe the collective feeling they had. That doesn’t excuse the fact that some remained there, some enabled him and lied on top of it all.

What I know is, some Republicans, all along, resisted Trump and thought he was a sick man. Well, not so much thought, as they saw it and knew that there was something wrong with him.

He lacked everything they wanted him to have, needed him to have. In the end, just before the 2020 election, I asked if Trump was trying to lose, because his rhetoric grew more outrageous, his claims more evil and unhinged.

The damage was already done. Republicans are not evil and not demons. Trump had alienated too many of them and if they didnt rush to shout it aloud, they can’t be blamed; they knew it was dangerous.

Still, Trump, after four years of nightmares, received a lot of votes. You may find that scary; but what happened at the Capitol proves you correct.

Immediately following the insurrection, I read comments wherein his followers asked what Trump had said that in any way encouraged or ordered his rabid crowd that morning to do anything illegal or incriminating.

Those made my blood boil. What part of what he, Giuliani and Trump jr. had they not heard?

Then I realized that’s all part of his base’s M.O. and they knew exactly what to say. Deflect, deny and question the questioners.

It’s been appalling to watch the traitors to the United States show support for Trump, but more so in light of his obvious connection with Russia. One woman who was in the insurrection that day stole Speaker Pelosi’s laptop. A serious crime in itself, but she told a former lover that she planned to sell it to Russian intelligence. The former lover turned her in and she was arrested. That’s so egregious to me that I have no sympathy for her and hope she gets hard time. It’s insane. How do you make America great again? For five years, that answer has been to solicit Russian espionage.

We’re dealing with people whose ideas are so sick that they act out without fear of any consequences, growing so bold that I fear they have little left of any restraint.

The insanity goes from one walk of life to another, many complicit in a conspiracy that coordinated what happened. As they entered the building and shouted “Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!” they had absolutely no idea that it was they who were traitors. The cult of Trump has so skewed their decision process and their basic thoughts and beliefs that they still believe they did nothing wrong and are expecting a full pardon by their god.

On The Ward

After three suicide attempts, each one of which landed me in a psychiatric ward, I saw lots of people who weren’t particularly bad but who suffered from mild to severe mental illness. I met a successful prosecutor whose life had gotten out of hand and who was protecting herself and her job by seeking help. I remember the most dazzlingly beautiful black woman who was so intelligent that I felt unworthy to have a discussion with her. I never knew what kind of work she did but she was exquisitely articulate and every move was graceful, as if an angel had come to Earth. I dont know what troubled her to put her there, but there came a sad night when she said, “This isn’t for me,” and I knew she was turning her back on all treatment then and there. The variety of people on the ward scared her. She had worked long and hard to gain what she had, and like so many, what she saw in hospital frightened her. There’s a stigma to being diagnosed with a mental illness; once the outside world finds out, it will attack. People diagnosed bipolar lose jobs. It’s discrimination but that’s easy to cover; employers just tell a court you were terminated for another reason. Nobody can prove that isn’t the case, so there’s a career ended.

Tell a life insurance company that you’re on an antidepressant and your estimated premium costs get raised on the spot. That’s if they dont immediately close their briefcase and leave. Because they see a potential suicide or accident victim. Insurance companies dont want clients who are considered high risk. They want you to pay for insurance for years but never need it.

So I saw many walk out of the hospital, headed toward a fight I prayed they would win, doubtful as I thought that was. Some people who do need help are refused. Some are put on the streets after 72 hours with nowhere to go.

That’s sad. I’ve seen people leave and knew in my gut they would die out there.

You meet all kinds of people on the ward. Some you’ll bond with. There’s nothing to stop it, as you’re down so low you can’t even think about politics, religion or anything else. You see humanity at its most basic, and you can’t come away from it without a great respect for all people, because everyone, you realize, has their basic humanity beneath it all, and that’s a wonderful discovery to make.

I never looked down at people on the ward; most were the kindest, most gentle people I’ve ever known. Some were so wise I learned from them. There’s not much to do on the ward, so having conversations between therapy and occupational therapy is natural.

The one time I made fun of someone was when a schizophrenic woman, a hippie girl who, as hippie girls so often are, was beautiful. But her disease was prevalent and her treatment lacking; she walked around with an imaginary radio receiver she pressed into her ear. She smiled and talked silently to whoever was on the other end. When asked, by someone who meant to take the piss out of her, who she was talking to, she said, “The mothership.”

“Can I talk to them?”

“No, you have to have the blue chip. It means you have John Lennon’s blood.”

“I don’t have it?”

“No.”

“Does Mike (me) have it?”

“He does.”

I still dont know what to make of that. I’d been making fun of her along with the other guy. We’d press imaginary cellphones to our ears and say, like the AT&T guy, “Can you hear me now?”

I stopped. I was getting an education. Treat others the way you want to be treated. But sometimes you don’t. And they’ll love you anyway. By saying I had the “blue chip”, she was accepting me as a friend, an equal. That, from anyone, is special. From her, it was touching. I was accepted as part of her world.

I’ve never forgotten any of these people. I learned humility, I learned to deepen my sympathy and learned that bigotry anywhere is ugly, shuts you off from people who can enrich your life and teach you things you need to learn.

Outside

Out here, the comfort of the ward seems a cocoon I could have lingered in indefinitely. It’s scarier out here than any psych ward I’ve been in. But I know other places exist that have the worst of humanity within their walls, and I just got lucky. From my perspective, seeing the Capitol attack was a true glimpse of madness. I was seeing horrible acts committed on account of Donald Trump, but more than that, I was seeing sick people who made horrible decisions, and came away without remorse.

These people too contain a large cross section of the population like what I saw on the ward. The difference is that some, while obviously mentally compromised, have never been stripped of the trappings of their existence as it had evolved; they had every comfort to rely on walking to the Capitol Building. They had weapons, bear repellent spray, pepper spray, even a few gas masks. Some were military, police, fire fighters, business people and more. They were part of a cult which they had effortlessly given themselves to. All arrestees claim they were obeying the orders of the President of the United States.

That takes the lame argument that Trump never meant for the crowd to enter the building and throws it out. Mitch McConnell has said that the mob was provoked by Trump and that’s him throwing Trump under the bus once and for all.

The problem with analyzing human behaviour comes when one person becomes a mob and does something violent and unprecedented. How do you gauge anything they did, and what do you use as a gauge when something has never been done before?

Mob behaviour isn’t predictable beyond the observation that no action can be anticipated. What one person would never do alone now, in a mob, no longer feels taboo; anything can go.

Servile Wars

Back before there was a Roman Empire, Rome was a republic, and before Julius Caesar the republic suffered the Servile Wars which were exactly what they appear to be by the name: armed revolts by slaves which escalated into actual wars. In the third Servile War, a gladiatorial slave named Spartacus conspired with others to escape from the camp and arena. Not much is really known about him but one conclusion is legitimate. He wasn’t the sole leader and wasn’t out to free slaves. He was selective in which kinds of slaves he recruited, scorning those without tanned skin and calloused hands, as they were unworthy and ill-suited for combat, and therefore not even worth training and feeding.

He meant business, whatever that business was. There was no hope of overthrowing the republic; he had several chances after routing legions to escape to outside territories and failed to do so. In this way there is proof that his revolt wasn’t about freeing slaves, and since a complete overthrow was not realistic, to this day we cannot determine what his goals were.

Made up of slaves for the most part, we do know that former legionaries joined him; the conclusion here being that his ranks had a wide selection of races, talents and even specialists who could feed and arm his forces. What we also know is that his army was full of those with a great hatred of Rome, making the rebels only semi-disciplined and likely to ultimately fail.

On the other side, Rome was fighting a frontier war in Spain and was not yet at the height of its military power.

Still, their territory was growing and their legions well disciplined, well trained, well equipped and formidable. The end result was always in Rome’s favor. There isn’t much dissent among contemporary and modern historians. The failure of Spartacus and his co-leaders to take advantage of an escape route sealed the fate of the entire force.

The final battle soaked the field in blood, and the body of Spartacus was not found. The rebel survivors, numbering six thousand, were crucified on the side of the road, all the way from Capua to Rome. The famous film starring Kirk Douglass ends with Spartacus on a cross. Part of that scene was edited out before wide theatrical release and I’m unaware if it was ever restored; nonetheless it’s full of inaccuracies. The big wooden rigs used as crosses are wrong. Rome would never waste resources like wood on crosses. Those consisted of one upright (stipes crucis) and the cross beam (patibulum). The very public display was, as with all crucifixions, meant to serve as a warning, a deterrent to further rebellion and crime against Rome. Crucifixion became known as “a slave’s death”, and by the time of Christ no Roman citizens were ever crucified. They could choose other methods considered more merciful, such as by spear, archers and others.

The cross section of the army of Spartacus included barbarians and even soldiers of Rome. Before it was over there were likely Roman citizens included; as word of the successes of the rebels spread, it’s fairly obvious that people romanticized the war and the rebels. This is human nature; some guesses here are fairly safe to make.

Spartacus was not a saviour of slaves. He led them instead to slaughter and very likely lay among the dead of the final battle. For that I use the description of many a battlefield of antiquity; fields were covered with blood, severed limbs and internal organs. Faces were disfigured by blunt force, shield thrusts, swords and even cavalry. It is not easy today for most to imagine such carnage being done by close quarters combat, but rest assured, it was always a frightful scene. Men were known to go mad before battle concluded, and post-battle more so.

When all is considered, then, the likelihood that Trump followers will grow in number is real. It is likely too, that should that happen, it will end in bloodshed, with survivors being drastically punished.

Conclusion

It is historical fact that few wars were ever started by a force made up of one “pure” race. Even the nazis were mutts and the Aryan myth was a known lie by Hitler and his propaganda ministry. Always, there is a cross-section of various peoples. By present day, the Native American tribes aren’t usually made up of any one bloodline. Tribes were routinely assimilated by others as settlers began to truly decimate their numbers.

This lends no conclusive information to anything, just that almost every final battle joined has opposing forces comprised diversely. The MAGA rebellion will not achieve its goal. It is not cohesive despite the fact that the siege on the Capitol was somewhat coordinated via websites and social media. They have no prospect of forming any hierarchy and voting for commanders. They lack the basics that even Spartacus had. Sure, veterans are in there, police as well, but in the end, should they insist on further insurrection, it will not end well for them. History speaks to those willing to listen. History strikes down all who are not.

So, tonight, take heart. No matter what you fear, don’t be troubled. Pray for our new president and vice president, our country and our neighbors. I greet any neighbor or stranger without screening them for their political beliefs. It’s time we all do that while keeping in mind, if you hear something, say something. Never worry that law enforcement will blow you off. What you have to say is what they’re there for.

Most of all, as I say often, be good to yourselves. This is the eve of a day that signals the beginning of clarity and order. Be hopeful and have faith. Worry will only hurt you. And there has been enough hurt.

All Clowns Go To Hell

This is one fucked-up world. It is.

Because of us.

The usual right-wing rhetoric has been turned to Max Output. The shit is getting deep. Although this is not a purely political post, I still dare you to keep reading.

Here’s a few of the worst lies making the rounds and prompting migraine headaches for a bunch of people who know a lie when they hear one.

  • Donald Trump actually said out loud that guns don’t pull their own triggers, people do. But that’s only part of his stance on gun control. He said “You have to know, there’s mental illness out there.”
  • Thanks for that, Donald. You should know, right? But Trump is so crude and sexist that he’s sent a public, spoken-in-front-of-God-and-everyone message to Israel that they should deny entry into their country the women he’s been saying hate this country. He said, “They hate Israel.” This has never happened before in the recorded history of this country. No president would, no matter how hateful he felt toward members of Congress, ever have said such lies. Especially not during a run-up to an election; it would have been political poison. Trump has lowered the standards of every possible government function to the point where it doesn’t matter that he’s a clown and very disturbed.
  • Climate Change, or global warming, is (a) a myth; (b) not man-made, (c) not as bad as liberal alarmists make it out to be. The truth is that none of that shit matters anymore because highly educated men and women and the evidence all scream that it’s time to plan for the worst. If you saw the weather forecast and there was a heavy snow warning, what would you do? You’d refit your plans and schedule accordingly, because no one wants to get into an accident, stranded in the car or the airport, or worse. Right? We’re being given something far worse than a heavy snow warning, and the fucking president and right-wing clowns, even scientists, are telling us it’s “fake news”. Or, if they do acknowledge it, they blame it on liberals and illegal immigrants.
  • Hillary Clinton is still guilty of shit you and the rest of the world have never even heard of, plus everything she’s been investigated for and cleared of. Fucking clowns beating a dead horse because they need every lie at their disposal to avoid losing a general election after Trump has pissed all over the place.

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Of course, clowns are everywhere. It not like you can avoid them. The left has plenty of them too. When they respond to a question during a debate and then are asked to qualify that answer, it’s fucking hilarious; they freeze, and their eyes get wide, and they ask, “who, me?”

Oh, frog shit, that’s funny. They talk in general about plans. Plans that will halt global warming, save us from an increasingly shifty economy, stop Russia from running this country by proxy (talking to you, Moscow Mitch) and by God don’t ya know, these clowns attack each other, and they’re not clever at all, and we’re hip to Bernie and his percentage bullshit followed by a “people shouldn’t have to…”

I hated the bastard last time and he ain’t said or done a fuckin thing to change my mind. When he says the word “legislation,” I gag. Not the vomit kind of gag, just the gagging kind of gag where you’re so disgusted you can’t even throw up in your mouth a little bit. Because it’s bullshit. All of it, it’s bullshit, it’s bullshit, it’s bullSHIT!

Fuckin douchebag clowns can’t get their shit together.

And what the fuck were they going to go to Israel for anyway, when, if any one of them had been thinking, they’d have seen it was going to fire up the Oval Office fart machine?

Look, I don’t want to come down on the Dems here; I truly hoped we were better than this. And I fucking don’t care what happens, or what he does or tweets, because we know Donald Trump is a nutter, that he’d fuck a Cabbage Patch doll, then offer it a cheque. I get it, we all do. What we need to do is stop this tripping over our own words bullshit and get our act together and vote this glory hole-mouthed dickhead out of our building.

You think this is too strong? Does it offend you?

It’s been earned a thousand times over. He brought this on himself. If he gets a second term – if McConnell sticks around without flipping on his back – we’re all fucked.

I hate it all enough for me and you both, okay? But you can’t stop being offended by these men and their scary-as-fuck racist women who, I swear to God, are more vicious than Reinhard Heydrich, Joseph Mengele and Pol Pot combined. You get numb after all this time, and that’s normal. It’s human. A failing we just somehow got burdened with. But I’m begging you to fight it. Contact your favorite candidate. Remind them that you had high hopes for them and they’re fucking up. Fuck, why not? I’m sick of this political bullshittery that’s been going on. Don’t get complacent around clowns.

Because clowns are not funny, and never to be taken lightly. Remember “It Part Two” is due in theatres. Remember that sick piece of shit John Wayne Gacy.

I know, I know. It was really funny, in the movie “Real Men” when John Ritter and James Belushi are in an alley and Belushi asks, “Who are these clowns?” and a gang of clowns coming to kill them walk into view. Yeah, the whole movie sucked except for that lonely one-liner-sight gag.

But I remember that scene. And if you have by any chance stuck with me through this F-BOMB-filled post, then you know you have to know why I remember that one scene from an obscure and dreadful movie you’ve never heard of.

Don’t Send In The Clowns

It’s no joke that clowns are bad news. Seriously. When my ex was pregnant with our first child, she got a shitload of clown shit at the baby shower and I kid you not. Clown figurines. A clown dresser lamp. A painting. A clown marionette, for shit’s sake. Clown pillows. A kid’s size clown chair. And we thought, okay. So my ex put it all in the nursery. When our daughter was maybe ten months to a year old, I’d already noticed that her room was always cold. I’d have to turn the heat up to where it was unbelievable in the rest of the flat, just to keep her warm.

Then, at eleven on the night of 23 December, 1984, my wife and I were in our bedroom getting all frisky and shit. Her back was to the door to the hallway. It was quiet. An icy drop from a daytime high of near 50 °F during the afternoon and evening had it near the freezing mark by then. Weirdness happens on such inhospitable nights, when one really just takes simple comfort being inside.

So quiet. We were less than 70 meters from Route 100 in Glen Burnie. No traffic. Dead silence. And that’s creepy by itself, on a road where no hour is too indecent for folks to escape from Pasadena.

Well, something walked down the hallway toward our room. We could hear the soft padding of feet on the pile carpeting. It walked right up to my ex, right behind her, and stopped.

Of course, we stopped as well. Got up and ran naked into the living room.

Trembling. Terrified. In shock, I lit a Camel and knew even the full effect of the unfiltered nicotine wouldn’t help me. The inevitable, “Did you hear that?”

You know. Like everyone does when something fucked-up and beyond understanding happens. Because of course she heard it which, naturally, is why we both ran into the living room in the first place.

“Yeah,” she said, which didn’t help my cowardly ass one bit. So, like everyone else also does, “What did you hear?”

“Footsteps,” she said in a mortified whisper. And after only two years of marriage, I truly believe that this question was the beginning of her understanding, a dawning, if you will, that she had married a fucking idiot.

But even if that was the end of the story, and it ended up with us sleeping on the sofa bed, it’s already a foreign thing to you, because you weren’t there and maybe nothing like that ever happened to you.

But that’s not the end of the story. Because my stories never end so simply. You remember the post about the cat? That loveable fucker knew shit. And something didn’t like that, and kicked that cat sideways across a deck to show its displeasure.

And I know you have read the bolero hat post. And if you thought it was just me being driven mad by a can of Armour Vienna sausages in fucking barbecue sauce, or that I had a mental health history or whatever, well, I wish all that were true. I wish none of the supernatural shit in my life ever happened. But you can bank on this: I hate the fact that this ain’t where the story ends. Because the next moment had to be one of the worst things I have ever had forced upon me.

As I drew heavily on the Camel, and all was dead silence, something jumped on our bed. And no, there wasn’t anyone in there. We had seen nothing. And if you’re thinking it was our combined hysteria, you can just please open up your mind, or go read something from a sponsored blog written by someone whose picture takes up half the fucking page, someone who is in love with themselves but won’t admit it because they’re paid to write a diary about how conflicted their life is but leave you all choked up because there’s always hope.

My God what skullfuckery. That’s not really a proper word, by the way, (but ask Dj Shadow, who knows better) but I can’t always tell you horrible shit with proper words, and I’m not being paid to do this, and even if ads appear on my posts, I have no control over them, and if I did, you’d like me even less for what I’d have there. This ain’t some world full of roses and green grass and not-so-poisoned fruit. It’s hellish. It’s a place of evil and disease and poisoned food and untimely death, and I won’t give you much hope. If I do, it’s barely there at all. And it’s always surrounded by evil and a hard ride.

Besides, I’m an asshole. I don’t pray outside of abortion clinics for the end of the very thing I fight for. The only fucking thing that matters. Freedom.

That night in 1984 hammered home to me the fact that everything evil in my memory so far, especially that shadow on my wall and the things done to my body and mind were all too real and would never, ever stop. Because whatever it was that jumped on the bed was no ghost of no little kid come to visit. The springs creaked so loud that I never could put that sound together with the soft padding of feet on the carpet. Whatever it was, it had serious weight. And it was jumping repeatedly on our fucking bed. So we waited until it stopped. Ran in there, grabbed clothes, got dressed in the living room. I went downstairs to warm up the car while she bundled our daughter up. We went to her parent’s house. Sat up all night drinking coffee and listening to momma, who was wise about such things. Turned out, she was up from a nightmare and knew without us calling that we were going to be there.

“Get Rid Of All The Clowns”

She sat across the table and told her daughter, “I told you after the shower to get rid of all that clown stuff,” and I asked why, because I had made no such connection.

“Because clowns aren’t real,” she said simply. Clowns, she said, don’t represent anything. They don’t even have a real-life counterpart. You can dress up as Superman, but at least he’s a man, albeit from another world. Not real, but a representative of a living character from fiction. Like Dick Tracy. Iron Man. Captain America. Clowns? Nothing. Therefore any item. Any marionette. Even a painting…can be cursed, attached by or to, a demon.

That one hit me hard. I knew in my heart that she was right. But I had not yet become an amateur demonologist. I was from that night on. She had this nightmare, and in it, despite us living on the third story, three clowns (three is a number significant in demonology as it mocks the Holy Trinity) were standing on thin air outside our daughter’s window, peering in and scaring her. In the dream, Beth was standing up in her crib, crying hysterically.

We followed momma’s advice. My ex did not want to throw it all away and so asked a neighbor who also had a small child if she wanted it. All of it, in a big box. To my mind that was a sick thing to do, but okay. And no further incidents happened in that flat. To this day, the one thing that I know for certain will petrify me on sight is a fucking clown. Working in a dollar store years later for part-time money, I was facing the door one night when a clown in full makeup and costume walked in. To my utter shame, I froze, mouth open, eyes wide but vision tunneled by pinpricks for pupils and she said, “What? I’m just a clown.” Fuck that. And fuck you too, lady. As far as I was concerned she could have been there to steal shit or rob us. I watched every step, every move. It should have made her uncomfortable. It should have made her leave.

But the one thing you can never do before a clown or a demon is show fear. She wasn’t a demon, but I could not fucking intimidate her. I had already given her full and shameful knowledge of my own fear. That gives away all of your power.

That’s the same dynamic with clowns like Trump. Goons who are also clowns will try to divide people who could otherwise combine to take away their power to humiliate and terrify.

What I’m asking for from you is this.

Knock off the Facebook hating and spreading of fear. Stop being part of it. Stick to funny cat videos or do political matters properly, and fan the flames no more. And together we can and we will throw out every clown who has endorsed death, poison and lies.

If you want hope, there it is. It’s really that simple. Not easy. Simple. Expect election interference and all manner of skullfuckery. Expect it and vote and demand numbed-out friends to vote. We can win our country back if we do the right thing and vote, thereby stuffing the clowns in a box where they’ll stay until it comes time for them to go to Hell.