War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Breezy Saturday afternoon in California’s Central Valley, laptop in the backyard on the glass table under the umbrella and live tapping, clicking on the outside. A good setting in our current form of environmental/health/living scenario. I can see indeed we’re in a somehow-contrived and freakish Twilight Zone episode. Big difference, though — most of those…
Yesterday, the T-Rump descended even further than can be decently imagined down that escalator of cruel-insanity by advising us Americans to inject Lysol/detergent into our veins to combat COVID-19. A totally-fucked spectacle at his briefing/rally. Most-likely the major news story today. I missed the real-time event, even in delayed clips via Twitter, and didn’t catch…
Apparently the T-Rump is losing the sharp-edge of his malevolent, narcissist brain as his daily encounters with the media is causing him to act even-more petulant and nasty. The asshole is cratering at the polls, and he knows it, and evidently the strain pulls his moldy skin tighter-n-drum: A couple of episodes today — first…
Another day in the life… (Illustration found here). Anniversary of a nasty sort — Dick Nixon died today 26 years ago. A great hat-tip to tengrain this morning and a link to this flashback of the perfect Nixon obit penned by the great Hunter S. Thompson, a piece of epic truth-telling with the sharp, totally-awesome…
In the bat-shit crazy world we co-habitat, a short essay on our peculiar predicament, and not just COVID-19 floating in the air, but that nasty, orange-tinted virus at the podium (h/t BJ): And an addendum to the mouth that won’t stop, ever (Washington Post): “Always health. Health and life. Living is number one … I…
Overcast a bit, but windy here on this little patch of California’s Central Valley. Rain this morning cooled the air, occasional sunlight peeks through as Monday starts to roll to a close — early evening in another chapter of the nowadays. And in accordance with the plot line, COVID-19 is still the rabid news on…
Saturday early-evening in California’s Central Valley, waiting while sheltering-in-place for the next episode to explode/implode in this strange, but real operation of life seemingly woven in shades of Rod Serling influenced by George Orwell colored by John Carpenter — ghastly horrors too obvious to be scary, but… Last week I took a day off from…
Another Friday, and the end of whatever, and the beginning of whenever. As I’ve whined before, hard to tell the day of the week without the little note on my cell-phone — it’s a flip-type, no iPhone for me. However, I can just touch a little thingie on the side to get the info without…
My cell-phone tells me it’s Wednesday, so we’ll go with that, despite the real fact it feels like yesterday, or a week ago. In a convoluted era of surreal craziness, this is by far one nice portrayal of our human predicament (humble h/t Daily Kos): Beyond that brief bit of joy, the big picture don’t…
Sunny-warm this late-afternoon Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley, 77-degrees still with maybe a chance of topping 80 tomorrow — summer’s coming. Yet the winter of our discontented virus continues… (Illustration by Kelly Caminero at The Daily Beast). In the T-Rump’s presser/rally today, and as yesterday, he has a shitload of trouble handling the truth…
