War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Looking like maybe some rain this Friday evening here in California’s Central Valley, it’s warmed-up a bit and the air feels moist, but we’ll wait and see. Meanwhile, life has become a lengthy disaster movie. Coronavirus is like a whatever-the-fuck that won’t go away. And when it does appear to be slowly, possibly, going away,…
A crisp tint to the air here this Thursday afternoon in California’s Central Valley, fading sunlight with barely a breeze paints a picture of winter-approaching for these parts — cold and fog. Weatherwise a reflection; America is experiencing a storm of sorts, with the enormous question right now is whether the tempest will get worse,…
(Illustration: ‘Neil Young,’ by graphic artist Andre Koekemoer, and found here). As I performed by daily routine of an early-morning first-sweep of news sites on the Interwebs, which includes one stop at IMDB to check the birthdays — along with Anne Hathaway, Ryan Gosling, and a host of others, including the late-great Grace Kelly, there…
The T-Rump is one nasty-faced human being. Culture in the face of such profound ugliness and an appreciation for it is really, really hard to explore, much less bring to any kind of decent closure — T-Rump has no redeeming qualities whatsoever, and looks it. He’s pure, worthless shit. Surfing the news this afternoon, I…
Most-likely the horrific main horror from off the T-Rump and his crowd is the killing fields produced by runaway COVID-19 in just about the entire US — 139,855 new cases just yesterday, 10.4 million total; 242,070 deaths with 1,448 yesterday. Meanwhile, on the freakish other hand of a way-dangerous pandemic and the assholes who dwell…
Chilly with a sprinkling of sunshine this late-afternoon Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley, and the state-of-affairs keeps spinning along like a hurdling, stop-action locomotive, nearly off the tracks. Time and reality doesn’t stand still, especially when the T-Rump, even located far to the east, snakes his way in the grass. Shitty news after shitty…
Beyond any doubt whatsoever, the T-Rump is a malignant monster, and all those assholes enabling the monstrosity are mini-monsters with all the cruel shame and guilt blustered by the monster-in-chief. Not only do we have to conted with the horror of the T-Rump for 70-something-days, but his boot-lickers and shit-heels as well, from Moscow Mitch…
A couple of short takes on the current mile-marker in this madness-Twilight-Zone-episode entitled, “2020” — both clips hearty h/t tengrain: And here: And as if on cue: Another blathering press conforance this afternoon quickly assembled/slapped-together in a foolish frenzy of What. The. Fuck. Via the Guardian‘s live blog: A hastily called Trump campaign press conference…
Cold and clear this Monday morning here in California’s Central Valley, frost on the ground. Meanwhile back east, Joe Biden is heating up the transition to office with way-most-likely the most-important issue facing the US (and the world) right now — COVID-19. After meeting with his newly-formed coronavirus task force, Joe spoke about the situation:…
Beyond any doubt, this year has been one for the record books. And just today, the continuing much-needed relief sense of sorts in knowing Joe Biden is the new president, and the horror-toad T-Rump is on his way out the door. Maybe the first respite from off all the shit spewed in 2020 so far;…
