I’m grim. I grin anyway.
One a them bleedin’ heart liberals in California. Woke AF. We’ve got a lot to do. Let’s get to work.
Artist. Geek. Political wonk since way back. Big fan of whimsy.
"At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide."
My kid jokingly texted me asking for a million dollars and our iPhones both offered the ApplePay app automatically. It’s hilarious to me that Apple thinks that 1) I have a million dollars and 2) I would send it through their app.
Spent four days at Disneyland and bought almost nothing. They had a million adorable sweatshirts but it was 106 freaking degrees. Nobody wants to shop for sweatshirts in that.
Crush the arts (Kennedy Center), destroy the civil service (DOGE), control elections (gestures broadly), dismantle the press (gestures more broadly), decimate science (NIH), and demolish education (DeptEd). The authoritarian playbook.
It’s so disheartening to know exactly how the next four months are going to play out and face the fact that not one person in Congress has the balls to put a stop to it.
Cassandra has nothing on me these days.
Arguing over which fund pays to fill potholes is politics.
Debating which children it’s okay to kill is ethics and morals.
Shooting hundreds of people waiting in a line for food is a war crime.
Boy oh boy, if you wanna hear the loonies, go to your local school board meeting. People veer off topic like it’s their job during open public comments.
Your regular reminder: If the Russians stop fighting, the war ends. If the Ukrainians stop fighting, their land will be occupied, their leaders will be killed, their history and language will be erased, their children will be kidnapped to serve Russia.
Twenty five years ago, our allies stood with us, aghast at a surprise attack that struck ordinary Americans in the most ordinary situations.
Twenty five years later we have thumbed our noses at our allies, insulted our friends and started another forever war.
What a waste.