An AC/DC Song for Every Occasion
Before the third Bezos Ball dropped from within the warm confines of Seattle’s pretend liberal cavity, there were still a tiny handful of post-WTO outlets laughing/pointing at the shafting that was in-store for much of Puget Sound’s traffic, arts and affordable rentals within 25 years of Lanegan’s Ellensburg bashing which these days, has become the latest Zillow Hot Buying Trend for King County folks who enjoy what we’ve done to most of I-90.
If hindsight were available still on FM radio, I’d say sell your blog to the highest old Huffpost bidder that could have offered you a way to live next door to Huey Lewis in Montana but for your steadfast belief that the centrist forever-war supporter would one day thank you for having been correct about everything.
Since the above was mostly scribbled down on a couple of sticky notes I left on a bus stop as art in August of last year…never mind I guess, because as was predicted, we did MoveOn.con again in an onward and downward direction to yet another election to end all democracies but not the Biden/Harris Genocide or Obama’s unheralded NDAA ability to keep handing his indefinite detention and imprisonment of immigrants to Trump before deporting them to the internment camps in Central America we own too.
As per usual these decades: #anyway, we’re all pretty comfortably Ai Weiwei Now.
It seems a bit like not all that long ago that the warnings of the coming fascist-like roundabouts would only be installed in the worst areas of the tourist zones and/or the spreading 100 Mile Constitution Free areas across the various then and still unknown to this day Homeland Sectors with some NDAA sprinkled in by the Tan Suited Salesman to Trump twice and Biden at least 4 times.
Sure, it’s all a mouthful of familiarity breeding at this point of the ignored experience, but so were the many alt weeklies and blogs of 2010 when food photos were getting warmer and the cat videos ruled the coming hot yoga’d online world.
I mean honestly, Chris Hedges must be rolling around the useless mire somewhere with his ironic Judith Miller Told Me™ t-shirt on.
#Anyway, The Lens had a swell visual run over at the gram until all the algorithms caught up to us again. But fear little, for there aren’t any Buses of antiFa coming to offer you affordable rents near dental and fast trains everywhere anymore, so why not support the different same wars for Norm Dicks again (just like then) but lets be less surprised by all the well-pointed out stupid arriving, and embrace the death (hopefully) of all the waaaay too many late Mario Savio mentioned scribblings for some real change this time.
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quoth the analog
ai never promised to keep your water clean or even available while sucking up any remaining powers not already lost to the NSA building in utaH
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Hot Poisoned Salmon Culvert Upgrade Summer
Breaking Recap: Congratulations on having MovedOn Pandemic Genocide Joe so far left that The Return™ of the 37-time convicted used casino salesman grifter-President for a glorious second time around after having been shot in the ear by a confused young republican because sheepdogging Bernie pretending to be left-of genocide was just too much for the parliamentarian and many of the Oligarch Yacht crews who are now sort of (they’re not) questioning all those Obama years spent on HuffPost practicing their cadence to the soon-to-be tent cities about those good That Tan Suit Life years.
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Big Trouble In Little Still Unknown Homeland Sectors
there’s been some trouble down at the cleaned air’s food and death-water mill,
for the old Rush songs just weren’t written for today’s influenced-by
yesterday’s shallow end of the gene pool
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Poetry: Here’s What To Know
boeing doesn’t care
what France does,
as long as Debra Messing gets to re-re-protect Mueller again
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Taped Before a Live Stephanopoulos
While it has been a long-standing, seemingly unknown Known Known by those who should be in some sort of puddle of knowing, I mean, you can’t continue to further justify Joe and Kamala’s genocide to keep the already fascist bull shit going, right? Right?
One (or three) also shouldn’t be surprised by all the BlackRock in Ukraine for Lockheed’s Raytheon-Boeing because the backyard nukes are coming back to the neighborhood covenants, right? Left?
I don’t know, wouldn’t it just be easier to skip all the performance art and make Lunchable’s the Nation’s Closed School feedbag already? It could be enforced by our next President John Stockton and Vice Whatever Karl Malone – at least there’d definitely be more IKEA’s nearby and who doesn’t like to take the Fam there for a nice walk in the strange 305 acre indoor park of trinkets, stools and the terrorizing amount of allen screwed furniture near meatballs?
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The Vigilant Lens 