Up the rebels, y’all. And when you’re smashing the State, don’t forget to keep a smile on your lips and a song in your heart.
May Day
Category: Agitprop
The Cat on the Street interview
“Impeach him? Of course you impeach him. And convict him, if you haven’t been ‘fixed’ like the Turk, who by the way doesn’t think you ‘fixed’ anything by having his nuts cut off. They weren’t broken, f’chrissake. Not like the Senate’s, anyway. Talk about your nutless wonders.
“If this clown were a cat, we’d have hissed at him and swatted him and run his fat orange ass all the way back to New York by now.
“We’d have shit in Pelosi’s shoes, too. And barfed hairballs into the kneepads McConnell wears when he’s getting the Kentucky Meat Shower at those Federalist Society clusterfucks.
“And to think you call us pussies.”
Catch, bitches
Bob Mueller tosses the hot potato to Congress, which will probably … oh, hell, I don’t know. Freedom Fries, anyone?
Think Rebecca, act locally
I brought this up in comments on the previous post about Rebecca Twigg being homeless in Seattle, then thought I should drag it out front for anyone who isn’t rooting around that deeply in the digital weeds.
I dropped Charles Pelkey a note about Scott Greenstone’s story, and he spoke with Inga Thompson, and we’re all at something of a loss here.
Charles and Inga discussed a GoFundMe site that would support the shelter Rebecca’s associated with — Mary’s Place in Seattle, which will take donations online — and that may be one way forward, since Rebecca is unwilling to make a special case of herself, arguing that she is only one of many, many homeless people in the Land of the Free.
The only other thing I can think of that might have some value is to make donations to and/or do volunteer work for the homeless shelter(s) wherever you live, and do it in Rebecca’s name.
Then drop a note to Scott (sgreenstone@seattletimes.com), who is running Project Homeless for the Seattle Times, and he can spread the word that concerned people are taking action on Rebecca’s behalf.
Let me know if you’re doing anything and I’ll make mention of it. Here in the Duke City El Rancho Pendejo supports the Barrett Foundation Inc.
Bus stop
When my DBR Axis TT was new there was a Clinton in the White House.
If there were another in there today, I feel certain we’d be well along in the impeachment process. Instead, we’re treated to an endless conga line of Bozos shoving their way into and out of the national bus while the Congress rubs one out in the back seat and the electorate focuses on the final season of “Game of Thrones,” which appears to be “The West Wing” of our time.
The real West Wing has more White Walkers, of course.
“Now, please, everyone, lock your wigs, let the air out of your shoes, and prepare yourself for a period of simulated exhilaration.”
I enjoyed a period of simulated exhilaration yesterday, bouncing off rocks on my 24-year-old titanium hardtail, the only bike in the bunch with 26-inch wheels (2.1-inch Hutchinson Pythons) and a boingy fork (a Rock Shox Judy SL rebuilt by Hippie Tech).
The few mad skillz I’ve developed over the past quarter-century do not translate well to small wheels and a squishy fork. When the front end wasn’t dancing the hula it was stopped dead in its tracks, stonewalled like a House Democrat grilling a smirking executive-branch stooge.
And the elderly XT V-brakes felt grabbier than Uncle Joe Biden, which can be unnerving when you’re tiptoeing downhill through some spiky rock garden wearing nothing but old Lycra and a plastic beanie.
Still, it beats watching the clown show. I think they’re all Beelzebozos on that bus.
