War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Sunday early-afternoon here in California’s Central Valley. In the backyard again, blogging to outside sounds while being outside. Realism insinuated as normal. (My plague portal, or just my laptop). A most-horrible note of this pandemic is the T-Rump — a deadly virus to handle while putting-up with a terrible asshole that is literally killing people…
Saturday afternoon here in California’s Central Valley. Pleasant day overall, breezy and not bad. Considering. Blogging in the backyard again. Outside has become a habit, a quiet influence over a mental-screaming exasperation for our dour-looking predicament, watching a world disintegrate on that laptop seen below (also off an iPad). A high vexation point is the…
Sunny and breezy a few minutes past the Thursday noon hour here in California’s Central Valley. Warm, but not bad and nowhere like the last couple of days, the cool wind helps, I’m sure — blogging yard-style once more, grown used to doing the laptop business outside (inside mostly on the iPad), my daughter’s apartment…
Breezy and cloudy this late-afternoon Wednesday in California’s Central Valley. In truth, I had to check my laptop’s date/time thingie to make sure it was indeed Wednesday — it most-easily could have been a Thursday, not much so a Tuesday, for some reason. Our mental-strangling, encompassing coronavirus epic continues. On the local front, as of…
Once again breezy and warm in California’s Central Valley, an afternoon on a Tuesday — I think. Blogging in the backyard again, developed a taste for the heat in the shade. Age of the novel coronavirus, COVID-19, is near-about indescribable right now away from the virus itself, face masks, the social distancing, shelter-in-place, the odd…
Breezy, warm Monday afternoon in California’s Central Valley — warm also means heat. And apparently, the T-Rump gang is catching mucho-heat still from that ‘detergent moment‘ from last Thursday, or as Jennifer Rubin put it: ‘Now, however, the disaster that Trump has been utterly incapable of addressing has wiped out the value of those tax…
Another day of pestilence of the health-related kind, fueled by America’s insane predicament in the throes of a complete lunatic who is making our virus-infested Twilight Zone episode even more deadlier. The T-Rump is a danger to the planet, get him the fuck out of there. Hurdle we face, however, is reflected buried at the…
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…
In this preoccupied life, the best defense is laughter. Or insanity. First, read Martin Longman’s essay at Political Animal this morning, a ‘Desperate Sadness’ piece on how the US is fucked, and how the world responds: This isn’t complicated, or it shouldn’t be. Electing Trump was the entire nation deciding to stop doing whatever it…
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…
