It’s time for them to go. Make it so, America, make it so. Continue reading Scattershot Election Observations
“I see hurricanes a-blowing. I know the end is coming soon.” Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Bad Moon Rising
Frank Sinatra meets Shirley Bassey, and BB King & Diane Schuur. Continue reading No One Ever Tells You
Who will be the first to make the stool sample joke that Adrastos passed on? Continue reading A Four-Legged Stool Of Trump Regime Scandals
Today on Stupid Republican Tricks. Continue reading Tucker Carlson: The Dog Ate My Disinformation
2020, Man. Continue reading Zeta, Man
OK, that might be Photoshopped a little, but it does capture a bit (or more) of the zeitgeist Hundreds of people who attended President Donald Trump’s rally Tuesday evening at Eppley Airfield spent up to three hours in freezing temperatures waiting for buses to take them back to their cars. Officer Michael Pecha, an Omaha Police Department spokesman, said 30 people received medical attention and seven were taken to area hospitals with various medical conditions. And just wait for the spike in covfefe, um, I mean covid cases. No word on whether the cult faithful were urged to drink the … Continue reading At The Omaha Rally
Crazy, Daddy-O. Continue reading Pulp Fiction Thursday: Through Beatnik Eyeballs
It’s been a rough week in more ways than one, good people. Besides dealing with the shitstorm of stupid that is Freeperville, fighting off a horrific infection and The Darnold’s frantic and constant flailing to remain in power, Barbara and I lost our wonderful and too-sweet-for-words doggie girl, Brillo. Barbara picked her up at a rescue day event at out local Petco. She told me what was happening, and I was OK with it, of course. After a week, she had her shots and papers and was ready to come live in her forever home. I still had yet to … Continue reading Dog Gone
My latest column for the Bayou Brief is online. It’s my reflections on the upcoming election with a local emphasis. Here’s the tagline: 13th Ward ramblings on the 2020 election, Orleans Parish style. Sidney Torres is NOT on the ballot; he just acts like he is. In other news, Hurricane Zeta strengthened in the wee small hours of the morning. After half-a-dozen games of hurricane dodge ball it appears headed our way. I’m not sure how this will impact my blogging, but I expect to lose power as this is a wind event. Anything I’m able to schedule this morning … Continue reading Too Much Is On The Ballot/Hurricane Zeta Update
Steal This Post. Continue reading Album Cover Art Wednesday: Wake Up, America
Guys? Guys? Here on out, shit’s only gonna get stupider and crazier. Hold on tight, DM me on Twitter if you need anything, and I wouldn’t call it crazy to stock up on some groceries just in case shit goes sideways. But. I have faith. I always do, I did in 2004 and I did in 2008 (he was a black man named Barack Hussein Obama, maybe you forgot what country we are) and I did in 2016, and the times I’ve been wrong still sting. Still, I have faith. Better to be absolutely poleaxed by reality every couple of … Continue reading One. Week.
Mike Pence spreads the word and the virus. Continue reading Essential Worker Or Hoosier Typhoid Mary?
Bring out your dead!
CUSTOMER: Here’s one.
CART MASTER: Nine pence.
DEAD PERSON: I’m not dead!
CART MASTER: What?
CUSTOMER: Nothing. Here’s your nine pence.
DEAD PERSON: I’m not dead!
CART MASTER: ‘Ere. He says he’s not dead!
CUSTOMER: Yes, he is.
DEAD PERSON: I’m not!
CART MASTER: He isn’t?
CUSTOMER: Well, he will be soon. He’s very ill.
DEAD PERSON: I’m getting better!
CUSTOMER: No, you’re not. You’ll be stone dead in a moment.
DEAD PERSON: [singing] I feel happy. I feel happy.
OK – a bit of an explanation. Labour day weekend, I noticed a cut in my upper lip from the electric razor I use to trim my mustache was red and getting redder. Two days later, it was spreading fast enough to scare me, and prompt me to head for the local Doc-In-The-Box on Labour day. They gave me oral antibiotics and told me to come back the next day. It was getting worse rather then better, so I headed for the E.R.
After a six hour wait (the admissions room seemed to be filling up with people who were coughing for some reason), they admitted me, diagnosed cellulitis, and started me on a triple regimen of I/V antibiotics. I was there for a whole week, then discharged and told to go see my PCP. My PCP prescribed two of the heaviest-duty oral antibiotics made, which I stayed on for two weeks. VERY slow recovery. My face no longer looked like something Tom Savini slapped together during his lunch hour, but the brain fog from the antibiotics has made it impossible for me to concentrate on anything. I was trying to figure out how many more days worth of Clindomycin I have left to take, and had to ask Barbara how much 14 plus 56 are. Really.
I told Barbara “Remember when you were a young mom with two little girls in the back seat yelling, fighting, and kicking your seat back while you were trying to navigate a complex intersection you’d never driven through before? It’s like that, only a little worse.”
At the same time, Freeperville was coming apart at the seams like a “Made In GYNA” MAGA hat. I felt like Mike Joy being asked to turn around and sign autographs while a 40-car pileup was occurring on the Talladega speedway.
So – I’m back. I’ll be assembling “Obsession” posts about reactions to events of the last month, in chronological order, and there’s a buttload of them, so bear with me.
It’s not like all that much has happened in the last month anyway, has it?
PRESIDENT TRUMP SAYS HE IS GOING INTO QUARANTINE WITH FLOTUS MELANIA
breaking 911 ^
PRESIDENT TRUMP’S TWITTER FEED: POTUS AND FLOTUS TEST POSITIVE FOR COVID-19
President Trump’s Twitter feed ^ | 10/1/20 | President Trump
Posted on 10/1/2020, 11:59:49 PM by Yossarian
To: Yossarian; All
The President took Hydroxychloroquine as a preventative. I guess so much for the effectiveness of HCQ.
The GOP is the problem: With his dark gospel, the president has enthralled the Republican base, rendering other party leaders too afraid to stand up to him. But to stand with Mr. Trump requires a constant betrayal of one’s own integrity and values. This goes beyond the usual policy flip-flops — what happened to fiscal hawks anyway? — and political hypocrisy, though there have been plenty of both. Witness the scramble to fill a Supreme Court seat just weeks before Election Day by many of the same Senate Republicans who denied President Barack Obama his high court pick in 2016, … Continue reading Took Four Years But The Times Got Here
Rick — thank you for sharing your talent with me. I was so blown away by your art that I asked my team to add it to our online store: https://t.co/dVYZJVceoq pic.twitter.com/lh3keVBoSB — Joe Biden (@JoeBiden) October 24, 2020 I know it seems like I’m desperate, right, like all I want in this job now is a MAMMAL and I’m flexible, like if we can rig up some lights for the iguana maybe that could work, but Joey B. Shark represents the forlorn recollection of a time when we had a president who didn’t treat people like shit: Yet, far … Continue reading Happy Joe Biden Things
John Fogerty wrote this week’s theme song in 1969 for Creedence’s Willy and the Poor Boys album. It’s an unusual protest song in that its protagonist is a soldier lashing out at the rich kids for whom he’s fighting. Fogerty recently enjoined the Trump campaign from playing it at their rallies. They don’t get the irony: Donald Trump is precisely the sort of Fortunate Son that’s lambasted in the song.
We have three versions of Fortunate Son for your listening pleasure: the CCR original, John Fogerty live, and Fogerty live with Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band.
I have “It aint me. It ain’t me” stuck in my head. Let’s dislodge it with this Dylan cover by Bryan Ferry:
Now that we’ve been mellowed out by Ferry’s silken tones, lets languidly jump to the break if such a thing is possible.
Frank meets Sarah, Carmen, Sammy, and Wynton. Continue reading Guess I’ll Hang My Tears Out To Dry
The past is prologue. Continue reading Guest Post: Ryne Hancock On Elections Past & Present
Borat pranks the Man Who Got Trump Impeached. Continue reading Malaka Of The Week: Rudy Giuliani
Semi-instant analysis of the final debate. Continue reading Debate Roundup: Come On, Man
Behind green eyes. Continue reading Friday Catblogging: Them There Eyes
Thank God it’s almost over, I’m back to hourly panic attacks again: THANKS FOR COMING ALL. SEE YOU IN THE VIDEO VAN ON ELECTION NIGHT. A. Continue reading Final Debate Live Coverage Breaking CRACK VAN
Do The October Surprise Rumble. Continue reading October Surprise Overkill
Certainly an October surprise, maybe not one Team Trump wanted, but as a GOP sage once said, you go to war with the army you have… Pretty sure Rudy bounced back to DJT’s who?-I-hardly-know-him list. Oh, and if this … Continue reading America’s Mayor
I had never heard of Orrie Hitt until I saw the vintage cover of Shabby Street. He was an interesting figure known for writing socially aware books in pulp drag. He was wildly prolific; writing over 150 books using many pseudonyms. … Continue reading Pulp Fiction Thursday: Shabby Street
Things get weird in the Peach State. Continue reading George Wallace Called Him Mousey Tongue
America is tired of having beers with the Kaiser of Chaos. Continue reading Donald Trump Is An Asshole
Gaudy room vs. Nekkid Negron. Continue reading Album Cover Art Wednesday: It Ain’t Easy