jasper the friendly ghost cat says, and i quote, 

please, stay home tonight, the virus is off the chain!

Finally, we've- (life, life, life)
Finally, we've reached (life, life, life)
Reached the end
Finally, we've reached
(Wait, wait, wait)
Finally, we've reached
Reached the end (woo)

-Sault 

Stop dem

We will find, we will find, we will find, yeah
We will find, we will find, we will find, yeah (stop dem)
We will find, ain't nothing gonna keep us silent (stop dem)

We will find, I'll take the long, the long, the long way (stop dem)
We will find, ain't nothing gonna keep us silent
We will find, I'll take the long, the long, the long way (stop dem)
Ain't nothing gonna keep us silent

Stop, stop, stop, stop (stop dem)
Stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop

Stop dem
Stop dem
Stop dem

-Sault

 how can life go on, now betty white is dead?

 happy new year falulu. our new years wish is peace for all species and the end of the american empire before we all croak.

 happy 25th juan and amy and democracy now! i've been following the tragic trajectory of america with you all through the years—and we're still here!

 happy new years it couldn't be any worse right yeah right heh heh sounds familiar i think we're too stupid to get it right we've given it all away i'm seeing the spinning wheel of death through the floater in my eye. 

will this pandemic be the end of impunity for the empire of chaos, corruption and terror? 

          it's a grim, corrupt and stupid reality. they drill and they kill.

                                   —the obamalandgrab, 12-30-21.

 i said to lulu you are my honey-est dog, and not just because you are my only dog. 

once we lived in the hope of democracy. all we got was regime change.

            —the washtub oracle

 in seeking what is essential we become essential.

                                                                                   —the book of awakening

 what do we learn from the landgrabbers? that nothing is protected. and persistence. 

                                                                   — obamaland, 12-30-21.

          what this park needs is a good screw. 

        obamalandgrab, 12-30-21.

                make america bilk back better, again. 

            obama, the landgrab, 12-30-21.

 the park that once was: obamaland, 12-30-21.

i love you as one loves the most vulnerable

species: urgently, between the habitat and its loss.

                                                                 craig santos perez

          building up to the end of organized life: 

        the obamalandgrab, 12-29-21.

 

is it the end of organized life? just when i was beginning to contemplate getting organized.

 now the snow is melted. hot inside, couldn't sleep, bowie's song five years in my head. and fretting about the note i wrote about charlie and the muzzle. i think that idea set me off. it's a delicate thing with people and dogs, and sometimes i don't know how to put things. i have an emotional response and then have to put it in words and it can be awkward. especially in the omnichronic dailiness. if something is intended to work out it does. if it doesn't something else does. i try to be sober and methodical and conscientious, but it's an awkward dance sometimes. 

 tomorrow i think we'll get off some season's greeting cards and finally the book of mister. and laundry as we watch the terrible industry of obamaland from the window.

       privatized in a wilderness of spirit. affliction: obamalandgrab. 

privatization is the affliction of the land 

as disease is the affliction of the body. 

the obamalandgrab, 12-28-21.

 we're moving at the speed of awareness.

    getting to know the nature of the mind, for the benefit of all beings.

patience in letting your obsession go, in letting your dog explore, in not skipping ahead, in staying where you are, next to a tree, observing your dog move, patience observing you as your dog does, as you are.

 we can imagine new worlds, beyond obamaland.

                                                    ++++

integrity is the ability to listen to a place inside oneself

that doesn't change, even though the life that carries it may change.

                                                                             jonathan omer-man

capitalism has to fail. the government of lies, based on slavery and white supremacy, can't be reformed. this empire of prison and war must be dismantled and abolished. the virus that plagues us is capitalism. 

pen america is captured and enjoined in the political assassination of freedom of the press in the person of julian assange. 

i'm reading bell hooks all about love. she writes— 

i awakened from my trance state and was stunned to find the world i was living in, the world of the present, was no longer a world open to love. and i noticed that all around me i heard the testimony that lovelessness had become the order of the day. i feel our nation's turning away from love as intensely as i felt love's abandonment in my girlhood. turning away we risk moving into a wilderness of spirit so intense we may never find our way home again.

and that was in 2000. now we're 21 years later in the wilderness of spirit. world domination, the death of nature, freedom crushed by the blunt force of military capitalism. 

21 years after all about love bell hooks has died.

        Don’t Look Up is one of the dumbest movies I’ve seen in a long time.

-Medea Benjamin

this is one of the truest reviews i've seen in a long time.

-doug

 greetings from the laundry room observatory on the 17th floor of vista homes, high above the obamalandgrab settlement where we'll watch his tower rise above us. 

time of memory, still time, skipping back in time, 

where every pause brings him back to now. 

r.'s picking pictures for a book of mister to give his mom. 

we celebrate what we can't imagine ending.

 lulu meets vlad the impaler, from new york city. she goes bonkers and jumps on the people, who love it, fortunately for me. 

 oh my dogs, don't look up! sucks! what the heck, it's such a dumb clunky thing! why do people praise such bogosity? no style, booring. 

 the harder they fall was great. 

we did our daily walking meditations, and when i felt overwhelmed i'd press my forehead on his. and he would charge my favorite crystals for when i went home at the end of the day. 

this is a time for revisiting. i can't remember, did i find                      this pocket watch missing its hands or did i remove them?                        i wanted to pause time and i found another pocket watch               encrusted with sand. i think i have a picture of mister                        with that one too. when i look at these pictures he's still alive         still paused for a picture in time.

  at the end of your life, looking back, whatever compelled your attention from moment to moment is simply what your life will have been.

                                                                                              william james 

 i was talking to maw yesterday and she told me about her boyfriends before dad and then meeting dad and she said that was a dreadful mistake and i didn't say and i kind of agreed but we wouldn't even be talking now and i wouldn't even exist so that's a way of looking at the time anxiety like hey what if i didn't even exist which brings me back to it's a wonderful life, and then i think of the song it's a wonderful life by sparklehorse and i want to hear it and that means i can at the touch of a finger because i exist though the fellow who wrote the song already died.

 we can choose, we can decide, but finitude defines our lives.