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  Chapter 2: The Architecture of the Absurd The war games abroad required a new vocabulary, a linguistic acid wash to dissolve the Geneva Conventions. In the mountains of Afghanistan and the sun baked streets of Iraq, the invaders don't fight men they fight "unlawful enemy combatants." They round up thousands of farmers, cab drivers, and anyone who fits the profile of the new global boogeyman ... pack them in orange jumpsuits and fill the cages at Guantanamo Bay, an unlikely and barely known outpost located conveniently in Cuba. No the Cubans don't appreciate the U.S. holding a spit of Cuba to thumb the American nose at Cuba in general. Guantanamo is a legal black hole of corporate managed twilight zone where torture is rebranded as "enhanced interrogation" and international treaties are treated as so much junk mail to end up in the trash. Then comes the pivot. Iraq. A nation completely disconnected from the smoke of Manhattan suddenly dropped into the cross...

  Chapter 1: The Lexicon of the Line The television doesn't broadcast news anymore, it broadcasts a new state religion. On September 20, 2001, the frame fills with the wood paneled majesty of the House Chamber but the atmosphere is pure coliseum. Buckaroo Bush steps to the podium, his posture stiff with the sudden terrifying gravity of an accidental emperor. When the words drop they don't sound like American politics - his words sound like an ancient totalitarian edict wrapped in a Texas drawl. "Either you are with us or you are with the terrorists ...!" The Chamber erupts in a frantic terrifying standing ovation, a collective tribal roar demanding blood. Right there the space/time continuum of the Republic rips wide open. The nuance of human civilization is incinerated in one sentence. You are either a loyal subject of the 'crusade' OR ... you are the enemy. Outside our house the sky is a blank terrifying sheet of blue. For days the commercial airliner contra...

  Prologue: The Breakfast Table Fracture The coffee in a mug is still hot but the morning seems dead. Quiet, calm. The tv is on and there's Charlie, his face is a pale mask under studio lights. His voice faltering and stripped of the comforting professional cadence that usually anchors the morning. Beside him is the empty chair where his co-host should be feels like an omission of safety, The North Tower is an open black throat spewing soot into a sky so blue it looks artificial and then the eye registers those dots. Tiny fluttering punctuation marks dropping against the grid of steel and glass. Real people are plummeting from ninety stories up because the alternative inside that burning box is worse. The mind stalls refusing the data and slams against the screen. This isn't a movie. There are no commercial breaks coming to save you. Then the second shadow slices through the frame. A low screaming bank, a flash of gray aluminum and the South Tower doesn't just catch ...

  The opening first game for the NFL regular season opens on Wednesday September 9, 2026. I thought the season began on last Thursday and that would have been September 3, 2026. Wrong and wrong wrong. It would seem I'm becoming incapable of differentiating dates and times. That really doesn't matter, I've nowhere pressing to go so .. you know. So the Wednesday game is in Seattle with the Seahawks playing, uhhh, shit I'd better double check hold on for un momento por favor ... got it, the New England Patriots who early this year proved they no longer need a Belichick or Brady. Brady you may recall is the GOAT. "GOAT" is 'greatest of all time' and I'd have to call bullshit. Mostly on account of I really can't stand the guy and secondly, to be "the greatest of all time" requires some context and Brady is shit out of luck when if comes to context. The NFL league's braintrust took a serious liking to Brady and invented new rules and pr...

  Our dog has cancer. Bladder cancer. Why are humans and dogs born to suffer then die ... ? An existential conundrum plaguing our species and the dogs since way way way back in the day. Emmy, that's our dog, has been with us since she was about two. I don't know what that means in dog years. She's current with our Vet and we're about pretty close to that time. If you've ever had pets, well, you know exactly what I'm on about. She's got meds and almost as many meds as I have but mine are so much different than the meds our dog is getting. This is the part of owning, god I despise that expression, we do NOT own our dog. She's family and family is never owned, Well the exception to that rule would be the trumpf klan and I'm not spending any amount of time on the trumpf obscenity. Emmy is showing signs of confusion and I'm not certain how much of that is pain. She really hasn't whimpered all that much. Occasionally when getting down off our couch...

  Friends, neighbors, and Americans world wide, the time has come to announce the latest incarnation of the Imperial Wizard of the Christian Nationalist Pentacoastal Evangenital Klu Klucks Klanners and Young Men's Exclusive Club For Hair Growth and that wizard is ... none other than the Speaker of the House Mikey 'slithers' Johnson. No one should be surprised the little freak is at the head of a Klanner dealy. How do you think this out of the thicket backwoods inbred nobody could get to be named Speaker of the House of Representatives? Johnson called in every last promissory note the pesky if not smarmy fuck had been holding onto for years and presto, there you go. The timing of this fool's incarnation as Speaker could not have been more impeccable. Trumpf, a Supreme Court packed with treasonously corrupt jurists, a Senate held hostage by a dead U.S. senator and that would be Mitch 'itchy' Mcconnell and not Mike Lee as many had all ready suspected was in fact de...