War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
In lieu of real news to shit on, I’ve decided to start a new series commemorating a vital segment of movies — the opening sequence, also sometimes called the title sequence, which in the best films sets the tone for the movie itself. A shitoad of recent movies don’t have opening credits anymore, they go…
Hideous in its absurdity (h/t tengrain): And about that amazing, but not surprising story of the day from The Washington Post: Just 27 congressional Republicans acknowledge Joe Biden’s win over President Trump a month after the former vice president’s clear victory of more than 7 million votes nationally and a convincing electoral-vote margin that exactly…
(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…
Another blurb of Leroy and me on a hike along the Rascal Bike Path here in Merced, a city of a bit more than 80,000 about an hour north of Fresno on the 99, heatedly-blistering in California’s Central Valley. This morning, however, our walk was really nice — we’d started early, missed the up-driving temperatures…
In the midst of shit falling everywhere, one of my more-favorite songs the last year or so: And maybe, too, from one of my all-time great metaphysical sounds: And a shine… ‘Show me where to look…’ (Illustration: M.C. Escher’s ‘Tower of Babel,’ found here).
Another warm day in California’s Central Valley and once again Leroy and I dog-walked a bit on the Rascal Bike Path here in Merced. Although breezy outside the path, hot and near-still strolling along it. Summer looks close and Leroy was starting to labor some after about an hour. We need to hit the walk…
Today 13 years ago this blog, ‘Compatible Creatures,’ became self-aware — April 24, 2007. “Woo-hoo!” the two-word content of the original post. Later that self-same day, my first ‘real‘ post, with a comically-strained title, ‘Word.’ Actually a few words, short and sour, however, zeroed-in on one word: In an age where events are known so fast…
Neatest-funny thingie I’ve seen yet during this special time of this so-far special year — great h/t to Bill in Portland Maine of Cheers&Jeers found at Daily Kos. If you don’t read C&J every weekday morning (except Friday, then in the afternoon) you should receive a lifetime ban from getting anywhere near the kiddie pool:…
As we spiral out of control into the vapors of COVID-19, today’s nut-shit press conference with the T-Rump revealed himself not only as an asshole of vile, way-low moral values, but also a dangerous, contemptible problem for America and any kind of democratic future. He’s a zero sense of anything but himself. An exchange with…
