mom called to ask if i could order them a pizza in florida. i was outside with chuck and it was too windy to hear. called back and asked if they got pizza, nope, had to go to the dining room where they had something foreign looking left on a lot of plates, so she ordered a hamburger. i asked what the dish was and she asked her neighbor. green beans. she said she's going to ask the pedicurist who comes to do her toes to bring a menu, as her pedicurist is next to the pizza joint, so i said next time she could ask for a pizza and pedicure!

 What citizens can do is know their values and have each other’s backs. You have been betrayed. None of you deserve it. You are all survivors of an abusive state. They will try to split this country into parts for resource extraction and they will encourage you to attack each other to make their job easier. Refuse them. Do not fall for stereotypes about “red” and “blue” states or pretend that an election in a country this corrupt is a representation of the people’s will. Never sacrifice your humanity or that of others. If you find yourself willing to negotiate another’s humanity, that is when they’ve won something real. That is when you’ll have surrendered your soul. 

Sarah Kendzior

 i asked mom if she was still reading a little life. she said it sounds familiar, but she doesn't know where it's at. i tried to read it and i could not. 

 the wind was a little disconcerting. the heart mirror at the chance memorial broke. things without wings were flying. it didn't matter which party you went to. it was the same host. people were talking in the past tense.

 

Trump has never been popular and remains unpopular. Musk is even more loathed. What folks seem to be realizing is that it took a bipartisan effort to enable this disaster, and the aims of its players are transnational. A criminal network is carrying out hostile takeovers of multiple countries. They do not care about public opinion.

Sarah Kendzior

 

I understand. You live in the US, UK, Germany, or another complicit country. Palestine is far away. And you don’t care about the Palestinian people.

But do you really believe that your government, having gotten away with participating in a genocide, will not turn its lawless brutality against you when the opportunity arises?

Do you not think that someone, somewhere, having witnessed the murder of his children with your weapons will not strike back? (you would, if it were you).

Do you not care that the international law that protects all of us is being dismantled on behalf of one oppressive foreign regime?

Do you not care about the billions of dollars in your taxes being diverted to this evil?

Even the most ruthless, cold-hearted racist should see that opposing this genocide is an act of self-interest.

Do something.

Craig Mokhiber

 if the air is a sea we're at the bottom, looking up at the clouds above the windblown surface. we used to have gills once that became ears, listening to the sky, gasping.

 

What goes up must come down
Spinning Wheel got to go 'round
Talkin' 'bout your troubles
It's a cryin' sin
Ride a painted pony
Let the Spinning Wheel spin
You got no money, you got no home
Spinning Wheel all alone
Talkin' 'bout your troubles and you
You never learn
Ride a painted pony
Let the Spinning Wheel turn
Did you find your directing sign
On the straight and narrow highway
Would you mind a reflecting sign?
Just let it shine within your mind
And show you the colors that are real
Someone is waiting just for you
Spinning Wheel spinning true
Drop all you troubles by the river side

words by David Clayton Thomas,

sung by Sammy Davis Junior

a tragedy is befalling us, a tragedy is occurring, a tragedy is happening in the forsaken country. and yet, we find peace, solace, and solidarity.

 

 40 days of ceasefire. 16 months of genocide.

 thank you, yves engler.

 the u.s. has military bases everywhere because the u.s. has enemies everywhere, and vice versa. the u.s. still thinks it can rule the world by war, or at least make a lot of money and real estate for the oligarchs.

 resorts, towers, cruises, casinos and genocide. it may be the last stupid iteration of  human empire. 

 the sound of the earth is heard in the human voice traveling through space, crying. the sound of the earth is a dirge.

 this is obama's world. this world is made by the rich, for the rich. this world is an occupation of the earth. this world, built on the bones of the dead, this is not our world. his world is not for us. this was our park. this is our world.

 mom is reading a little life i could not finish. the earth continues us. wonders do not cease.

we thought we had forgotten.

 

 because of the genocide, because of the hate, make yourself soft. we are here to love. 

i guess many people become inscrutable to one another over time. uncle jack became inscrutable to me. i suppose i became inscrutable to him. people change in unpredictable ways. but i'm the same spirit. maybe jack is too. maybe the personality gets jammed or convoluted or something. maybe it gets clear. maybe the soul evolves in mysterious ways.

yes, we are dreaming.

 

 i thought about john mearsheimer walking that way and then i saw him and he walked in the street and we waved and i thought he's a busy guy he's not just walking the dog he's always got something going in his head and i thought about how i'm always trying to run into him thinking he's got a good vibe and i hope he doesn't think i'm a dog walking creep. and then i realize he reminds me of dad in some way, if dad wasn't a hollow mystery but who knows what he's really like, same as dad. 

then i saw my ex-landlady and she said they evicted everyone in the building. i had seen that coup coming. i bet some developer will nab the place. i note the psychosis of the macro and she was just thinking of the local but i see the micro in the macro and vice versa, like an infinite nest of boxes with all of us inside unable to escape. 

postscript. burnt sheldon was a church that burnt in the revolutionary war. i ain't scanning that qr code cuz it's prob a scam, or maybe it's a portal to the coming revolution, anyways i ain't got a smart phone.

trying to avoid the goose drops and bird flu we walk around the chapel where the hawks live before the reconstruction. i say look at those strange clouds and charlie looks like what are clouds. several fire trucks blast by and the air is smoky and we keep on the walk pausing by genocide joe for yet another picture sigh. i was thinking of peeling him off but we don't have a genocide trump poster yet and genocide joe though he's fading is in the news for his trial for genocide which will never happen not in this world where he made genocide normal again.

in the future if there is one they will show the horrors of the zionist holocaust like they showed the nazi holocaust, but we are watching it live and helpless. 

 philip guston, the studio, 1969.

 album of the day, kali malone, the sacrificial code.

 cutting medicaid? the cruelty of the coup in this forsaken country will curl your bones.

 i wrote that i wish we could just stop the war machine and uncle jack said "we are watching". and i thought maybe he means we are watching the war machine but then i thought was that a cryptic note? i don't want to get too angsty but it sure does feel creepy in the forsaken country. reminds me of the creepy song, "god is watching us" they used to play at the village thrift. in the village i could just put my earphones and play black sabbath or phil ochs, or indignantly split the scene. we can't split this scene.

 there used to be a pretense of caring, so at least we could pretend. now at least we know what this country is really all about.

i mean what the fork are they doing down below!

 

 i don't know how anxious we should be. though it seems normal that's what's so scary, normal feels like end time, lu. 

 Zionism is a barbaric, despicable ideology and “Israel” will collapse under the weight of its crimes. Every day we are one day closer to it.

Nora Barrows-Friedman

humanity seems like a disease plaguing earth.

 the infowars creep is now the federal bureau of investigations creep. we're in a psychotic dreamscape.

 i'm just starting the article on the great muting, thinking, sometimes while we may be thinking about the things we're losing we may miss the things we got. where is the love? oh, roberta! i'll never lose your voice, clear through the ringing of the years, even if i go deaf, you'll be there, bodhisattva.

 certain sounds are disappearing into memory and there's a ringing in my ears. i don't know how long the ringing has been going on. it seemed to intensify after the joker, folie á deux at the universal studios omnimax in l.a. it also goes back further to the many ear-splitting rock and roll shows i went to in my drunken time. but sounds are disappearing we may not even think about drowned out by technology and insidious machinery and bullshit on msnbc i never listened to anyway. this started out by an article i've yet to read in resurgence magazine about the great muting of the anthropocene. i'll read it now.

 lesson one: you're gonna lose what you don't give attention to. if you are meant to, you'll find it again.