Them Old Blackshirt Blues …

Poor Mr. Cluck. Not only is he not still in the White House even though he allegedly won a landslide victory in 2020, but some New York jury had the audacity to conclude that he actually did sexually abuse and defame a woman named E. Jean Carroll. The nine good persons and true awarded her 5 million dollars in a civil suit.

The former prevaricator-in-chief still maintains that he never saw the woman before, and that she is definitely not his type (even though in his deposition he misidentified Carroll as his wife at the time, Marla Maples, in a photo). He also has stated that there is no possibility of justice with a New York jury, since everybody knows they are the absolute worst.

Now all the Republican front runner for the office of president of the United States has to do is get us to forget about his many reputed peccadilloes, and convince us to re-elect a misogynistic, white supremacist, racist, serial sexual abuser who is also a lying sack of s**t. Problem is that in that particular political party he doesn’t stand out the way you might think. There are so many others with the same credentials.

RacistMisogynistNeo-FascistLying sack of s**t
Donald CluckXXXX
Ron de SantisXXXX
Kevin McCarthyXXXX
Lindsey GrahamXXXX
Mitch McConnellXXXX

I could go on. In fact, I will. Just not today.



At first glance, you might think this is little more than an old iPod Nano. It has to be old since several years ago Apple in their wisdom decided to not make any more of these relatively economical mp3 players,

So if something should happen to a device like this one, you are out of luck. Can’t get a new one.

And something did happen just this week. This very Nano was forgotten in the pocket of a pair of shorts. It went through the entire wash/rinse/spin cycle before it was discovered.

The poor thing showed no signs of life when we plucked it out of the machine. With nothing to lose, I put it in a small bag of white rice and set it in a warm window for three days. Today I tried it again and a miracle had occurred. My iPod Nano has come back from the dead. Swam back across the river Styx all on its lonesome.

It sings anew.




I could say “poor Joe Biden,” for all the negative stuff that is being published about him, including his performance in this most recent Washington Post/ABC poll. A poll where only 32% believe that he has the “Mental sharpness it takes to serve effectively as president.”

I could say that but I won’t because it’s his own darn fault. Instead of the graceful handoff that he might be doing right now, he is letting his ego walk us all into the bloody and uncertain fray that will be the 2024 elections. And so far the Democrats are doing nothing about it. Someone in that party needs to stand up and say “But the Emperor has no clothes on.”

But, then, when is the last time you saw a politician who put their country’s welfare over other considerations? Tell you what, I’ll give you an hour to think it over, and then I’ll ask you again.

Higher Ground, by the Red Hot Chili Peppers



Lastly, Saturday morning I ran across an article in the Times of New York that contained this phrase:

That led to a fact-finding mission that eventually revealed a new species of demon catshark.

New York Times

It was a stunning moment. Not only had I never heard of this new species of demon catshark, but I had never heard of any species of demon catshark at all. Old or new. But what a name! I have already been a little wary of swimming in salt water because of the great variety of creatures in those seas that either ate humans or took delight in harassing us. Everything from killer whales that could swallow you in a couple of gulps to jellyfish that didn’t care what they stung.

And there are sea snakes, barracudas, leopard seals, moray eels … the list is endless. Much better to paddle about in fresh water where the worst thing you might encounter was a snapping turtle in a bad mood.

(Actually, I’m not quite sure that snappers are ever in a happy frame of mind, but that’s a story for a different time. )

However, if you have any interest at all in such creatures, here’s a pic of the new one, white eyes and all. All it would take for me to have a massive coronary and leave the planet in the twinkling of drop of salt spray would be to look down into shallow water and see this guy swimming toward me.

Don’t bother telling me that they are small and harmless. There is no part of my brain that in such tense moments would bother to make such distinctions. The scenario would be: see shark = panic = heart attack = Adios muchachos!


Sweet Child, by Pentangle


2 thoughts on “Them Old Blackshirt Blues …

  • I was snorkeling in Jamaica once and heard the guide say the word shark and the next thing I knew I was in the rowboat… Do you have any idea how hard it is to get into a robot with flippers on? I flew

    See you soon

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