It’s (not) in the bag

Don’t bring it home?

So, we’re not supposed to buy anything today?

That doesn’t sound like much of a rumble on the Richter scale of resistance to me. “Dang The Man?” Seriously?

A lot of us have already been sold a sizable bill of goods. And as we should’ve known, it’s not the initial cost, it’s the upkeep.

This “grass roots” call for an “economic blackout” feels like a reverse Dubya (“Don’t go shopping.”). It also reminds me of a line from Marc Maron’s 2020 Netflix special, “End Times Fun,” in which he neatly skewers us for smugly slipping our shopping fingers into the crumbling dike of environmental catastrophe:

“All of us in our hearts really know that we did everything we could. Think about it: We brought our own bags to the supermarket. Yeah, that’s about it.”

Elon Musk doesn’t care if you don’t buy a Tesla today. He’s too busy downsizing Social Security into a median and a cardboard placard on a rainy day.

And Jeff Bezos couldn’t give a shit if you skip your Friday visit to the Foods Hole. He’s launching his plastic fuck-puppet into orbit with a couple other “female celebrities.” It’s gonna be like “Sex in the City,” only in space, and with Mister Big down here on earth giving The Washington Post some pillow therapy in its bed at the nursing home.

“The Right Stuff” this isn’t. In fact, it sounds like something the Democratic National Committee would do, if it did anything, which mostly it doesn’t.

Anybody seen the DNC lately? Maybe they’re out shopping for a clue.

18 thoughts on “It’s (not) in the bag

  1. Damn, and i just came back from the grocery store. It was Fry’s not something the guy with phallic rockets and logos owns. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to buy things today. Now that I have already crossed the line, a trip to the boozer seems likely. As serious as all this stuff is, your post left a smile on my face. You sure can wrangle those words buddy! A tip of the old Stew-Mac cadet cap to you!

    https://www.stewmac.com/globalassets/product-images/m002000/m002600/m002609-stewmac-cadet-cap/11252-od-120stewmac20cadet20hat20olive20drab20angle203000.jpg?hash=637702519280000000

    1. I believe it’s called diplomacy via reality TV. Or prepubescent middle school bullying to win and influence friends.
      No doubt will be mandatory viewing at State Department 101 training for several decades ….. on how to lose and alienate your friends, neighbors , and allies.
      Can’t begin to imagine the trust and confidence in the USA this display of crassness and classlessness has destroyed for many years to come.

      1. Truly appalling. Tom Nichols at The Atlantic called it an ambush.

        Today’s meeting and America’s shameful vote in the United Nations on Monday confirmed that the United States is now aligned with Russia and against Ukraine, Europe, and most of the planet. I felt physically sick watching the president of the United States yell at a brave ally, fulminating in the Oval Office as if he were an addled old man shaking his fist at a television. Zelensky has endured tragedies, and risked his life, in ways that men such as Trump and Vance cannot imagine. (Vance served as a public-relations officer in the most powerful military in the world; he has never had to huddle in a bunker during a Russian bombardment.) I am ashamed for my nation; even if Congress acts to support and aid Ukraine, it cannot restore the American honor lost today.

  2. Wouldn’t it be something if Zelensky, Macron, Putin, and Starmer all met in Paris next week and announced a cease fire and new business partnerships in mining and agriculture.

  3. “…Trump and Vance acted like a couple of online Kremlin sock puppets…” -Tom Nichols.

    No shit. I never thought I would want to renounce my citizenship. Today makes me want to reconsider. Go ahead, pull my fucking clearance. What good does a career in national security amount to if the leadership is vigorously screwing the pooch? Without lubricant, of course.

    And the one day boycott nonsense? These leftist wankers have got to be kidding. I pissed off my own family today telling them that this is a protest worthy of a feeble fart in a gale force wind. Shit, the only reason I didn’t spend wildly today was because my car fucked up and I sat in a dealership all day. Otherwise, I think I would have bought another gun. Might just need it. And O’G, you tossed that Mini-30.

    When does this motherfucking country want to get serious about the destruction of the Republic? Only when it is too late, I guess. With Putin buttfucking Trump, this day reminds me of the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact. We know how well that ended.

  4. I love the header; it sums up my feelings. When can we get the Senate and the House to grow some testicles and rein in the clown squad? Who ever thought we would look at Nixon and Dubya and say it’s not that bad? My only saving grace is that when the redneck assholes lose their jobs, I will be able to buy some great guns to fend off the starving morons.

  5. There are already numerous tRump supporters who have been canned from jobs that they cannot replace in this business environment. Some of them have redlined their credit and will no doubt fall behind on house payments or rent, jumbo pickup truck payments, alimony, not to mention ever-growing cable, cellular and internet bills. Only then will the Basket of Deplorables (Hillary was RIGHT) begin to admit they were grifted. So if you want to pick up some bargains come summer, find the Trumpers in your area who are/will be downsized and give them your phone number so’s when they are pissing up a rope for money; they can beg you to buy their stuff. Actually it will take a year for the serious pain to take place. BTW-I made note of each and every tRump sign over the years on my bike rides. I know where they live, many of their names off their mailboxes and will wait to see which houses go up for sale in the coming months. Then I have a plan in mind……

    1. Stupidity should be painful, yeah? There are Many Baskets in my Father’s House.

      Damn shame so many innocents have to share the slide to the bargain basement with the Deplorables, though.

      We’re still holding our breath down to here. Lotta shoes at Sandia, and some of ’em are bound to start dropping.

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