Cool new(ish) shit. Thanks, Gabbie.
OK, so it’s not like last week when I was a month and a day late, but late is late so I apologize. In my defense, as God’s Angry Man and the uncremated conscience of my race I’m under a lot of pressure these days. Outrages spray out like Faygo at a Gathering of the Juggalos. (Deep cut, eh?) Like this:
Trump officials planned to mark 2.7 million living people as dead, whistleblower claims...
Social Security carried out a smaller version of such an effort last year, The Post previously reported, moving 6,100 immigrants into its “Death Master File” — a database used by banks, employers and government agencies to determine whether someone is alive. Some of those people later showed up at Social Security field offices to prove they were alive and were restored in agency records.
I note that in the catalogue of horrors unleashed in the reign of Tubby II, they got the DOGE creeps in there very early, rightly judging that the system would be underprepared to defend itself from their predations, and that shit like this is typical of how they view their role in government: Immiseration of the needful in the service of plunder.
The first of our Roy Edroso Breaks It Down freebies is a consideration of the Trump White House’s rasslin’ birthday party and its collapse. This one was published Monday, and since then more musical acts and celebrities have bowed out and Tubby has declared that he doesn’t need any “so called ‘Artists’” -- which perfectly fits my assessment of the situation and how it reflects his philosophy: In MAGAland, “not only are artists who reject the Leader useless; all artists are unnecessary when you have the Leader to entertain you.”
I’m sorry, though, that Trump has decided to get Ted Nugent and some other nostalgia acts to fill the void -- I was hoping he’d go the old-school punk DIY route and hire some DC talent, as urged in this zine I got at Red Emma’s:
Now that I could endorse! In fact if Trump and his mob were real heads, that’s the way they’d play it -- who needs the rotten corporate entertainment complex when one can make one’s own kind of music, let a hundred Telehealths bloom!
But Tubby ain’t a real anything; he’s just a sad old clown. My second freebie is a tribute to his decrepitude -- no, there’s no happy ending (e.g. him dying screaming in a fire), just a realistic assessment of the inside of his wormy skull.
And because I’m so stinkin’ generous we have THREE (3) freebies! Here’s me on Platnervousness. I see a lot of comrades enraged that this weird guy has gotten so far; some worry he has jeopardized the fight for the Senate, and many don’t like what his rise says about institutional misogyny in U.S. politics. I take their points, but would only note that 1.) the Democrats of Maine can moot all of this on Tuesday if they so choose and 2.) I have been hearing Bizarro emulations of this theme from supporters of Donald Trump, Tom Paxton and every other twisted GOP freak, which I understand is a reflex (pretended moral outrage at Democrats is one of their major tactics) but I don’t know if they’ve thought through how this will land with their own voters, who are currently being told in Texas that James Talerico is unacceptable because he’s not a macho woman-hating asshole -- that is, the opposite of what Platner's alleged to be. Anyway read it, get mad at me if you like -- it’s all part of the fun of civilizational collapse!
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