"Cages"

Rain coming down!

Rain coming down!
Like "Peas, and carrots' as my grand-aunt Joesy used to say. I love when nature especially via weather intercedes into the human realm. "Crowns of Creation" my aged butt!
We're no better than the other folks on this Earth. Though lady bugs, and old oaks are nicer. 
Old oaks cleanse the air, and ladybugs are cute.

In human news.

The Canadian House of Commons just legalized Ganja. Besides heat without humidity this is yet another reason to escape North.

Closer to home. Republican bigshots, and media wonks are scrambling in damage control behind #45's "Baby Snatching" policy. 
Wow only 'he' would think there'd be no blowback from armed enforcers snatching babies, and kids from people. 
#45 could have had a nice job working with Eichmann.

The party of Lincoln is freaked out at the prospect of miles of footage of Brown 8 year old kids in cages, and babies being yanked from screaming mothers on every channel all day every day during the fall mid-term elections.

This is on the level his supporting that child rapist last fall in that Alabama election.

You couldn't make such a moral windfall up for stupid democrats. You bet they're working overtime to blow even this.

Meanwhile #45 fresh from wishing he could control all of us like Dear Leader Kim murderers his slaves. "I want my people to sit up, and pay attention to me like Kim's people do him"

?????

He really said this.

He's digging his heels in on the "Baby Snatching" too.
Sez our dear Leader.

"My country will not be a Migrant camp,...not on my watch".

Well,...

I guess we all know where we stand now.

"OLD WHITE MEN CONTINUE WAR ON BROWN CHILDREN"

"NSA"

I have a life story here. I mean what the fuck nobody, but old friends are here so I'll tell ya. As ya knows I been coughing my guts up barfing, and walking into the walls for over a week with this cold thing. Well I wakes up from one of my assorted bouts of near-sleep, and crawls to the kitchen.

I fall over alot so I figured I'd save time by going direct to the floor from bed.
I opens my little fridge,...I shut the big one off because that bastard sucked down power like a reactor on Crack. Anyway I opens the little guy, and a squeeze thing of mustard a bottle of Selzer, and a bag of meat balls flies out.

That's all I has in there being a Senior Citizen.

I asked about the prefabricated artificial food product meat ball thing at the check out. I mean I was a little suspicious. Ya know they looked weird came from some former Soviet republic, and had a picture of a unknown species on the package. ...which was laying dead by the side of a road.

I asked the kid if this shit would kill me,...she said "I dunno. You can bring it back if you die.". Everybody's a comedian.

Well as I attempts to stand up I drops the bottle of lemon lime Selzer to the floor. It pops open, and half the damn thing sprays all over the place.

I mean we all been there,...Fuck.

Being a good house frau I immediately thinks about mopping this crap up. However. Thinks I, "...this bleep is just water",...in a way.

I figure it's summer it'll dry on it's own,...less work for mother. Then again it's American food. Being so it's probably full of oven cleaner bug parts plutonium, and bits of human remains.

This could attract squirrels.

Which btw I now have. The little bastards are always on my fire-escape looking in on me. Why who knows. Maybe the NSA has optioned them. Hey I used to be a dangerous commie artist, and might still be up to shit.

So begins my day.

I cleans up whatever that Selzer stuff really is, and all's right with the world. However them squirrels. More on them later.

"No We are Not like You"

Being Queer or un-Straight. ...and there are as many kinds of Queerness as their are Queers. It isn't, and never was about mere physical sex. There's same-sex behaviors in prisons, and isolated environments. Yet none of that is remotely Queer.

Being Queer is to have a sense of life of being that is different. Very different in temperament, and soul than others. 
We are, and will always be Different.

This is our Sacred Virtue.

"Saint Stephen's Day"

It's Saint Stephen's Day.

Comfort the lost the poor the grieving.

Make amends with your enemies. Forgive yourself.

Forgive all that have offended you.

"Forgive us as we have forgiven those 

that have trespassed against us."

That, and other impossible things will you do this day.

The feast of the beloved Saint Stephen.

Amen.

"...fuck"

"You people,...fer fuck's sakes."

"I'LL SAY IT AGAIN"

"OLD WHITE MEN ARE MAKING WAR 

ON BROWN CHILDREN."

"You Had to Be There"

An apparent little known fact. In 1971 the world's first public Queer Community center opened on an upper loft floor above the music club "Folk City". This in Greenwich Village in lower Manhattan.
I was a Queer youngster in my late teen early twenties then, and used to visit it often.

As I recall it only lasted perhaps a year to 18 months. It had a rough ride. Local churches petitioned the City to close it. Which they eventually did via the usual. Inspections taxes, and strong arming the landlord.

After it was shut down there were various attempts at other centers through the years. Some of radical political bend some just party, and sex havens, and some were idealistic hippie sorts. 
The most successful conservative, and stroller pusher friendly being the current one established in the 1990's.

...swell.

The first known Queer Center was however the "Folk City" space. It was early enough back to still have the aura of the Hippie ethnic in a sincere way. We loved it. I still miss it.

"Old White Men Make War on Brown Children"

I wish the above images was just contrived propaganda. 
It's not. 
It's real. 
We're doing this.
We now separate children form their parents at our southern border. The border with Brown people. We tell the parents their children are going to be given a shower. They're taken away not to be seen by their parents again,...for now.

"Showers".

An unfortunate choice of lie. This as the word resonates historically. Especially in an ethnic cleansing sense. I like you have been living with this unrefutable knowledge for some days now. Other than static from the usual suspects. Even a very few journalists.
One at the daily White House briefing called for compassion for these people. Only to be shut down with something about "...upholding the law."

I fear I'm seeing that as a country we're generally okay with this. Separating children from parents as a specific tactic to stem immigration. The Attorney General said as much,...we're doing it on purpose. He quoted Scripture to justify his actions.

We violate the Nuremberg Judgments to which we are signators even co-authors of by doing this. Seems we listened to our "Better Angels" back then.

All this speaks to what we will now accept as normal.

As for "normal" reactions. I wonder where the hundreds of thousands or even millions of "good" people are. Why aren't these out in the streets. Out there demanding an end to this. Telling our government that this a line we must never cross.

I'll stop now. We know what's going on, and we know what we should be doing. This is the way it is, and for now this is who we are.

Angels Weep.

"Toast"

The last moments of #45. A cautionary tale. #45 having abolished the Constitution, and exterminated all the Queers negros, and trouble makers ascends to his golden throne. This in his new National Palace on Trump Island.

Vast choirs sing his praises. 100k doves are released hundreds of jet bombers fly past, and thousands of tanks roll by to glorify him. As he waddles to his bejeweled golden throne he's struck down by the g-ds,...mostly for having such bad taste.

He falls over backwards pissing, and shitting himself,...on live worldwide 3-D TV. He rolling down the long stairway from his throne clutching his balls screaming in blinding agony, and crying for his favorite whore he used to rape at Studio 54 back in the early 70's.

He then dies rolling down the pearl steps from his throne. A bloody meatball of shit wrapped in a tacky Emperors outfit. He wakes up in Hell.  Which for him is just over the border on the American side of Del Rio. 

He's stomped kicked, and dragged to a holding cell by border guards in Kluxer, and Nazi uniforms. They throw him into a holding cell where he's raped beaten, and generally has the shit tortured out him for the next 348 years.

After this them same guards still enthusiastic with their work drags the ex-#45 to the celestial probation office. 
The bored civil servants there decide this jerk as leaned his lesson. ...more or less. So they release the former #45 as a sub-Angel. He's dumped in the slummy part of heaven. 
There he lives on food stamps, and sleeps in an abandoned taxi in a vacant lot.

His Karma has him scheduled to be reborn as a can of spam several dozen times. If he's good he'll promoted to a toaster.