2,300 Miles ... Walking

 More than one hundred Buddhist Monks walked from Texas to Washington, D.C., or Babylon-On-Potomac as I prefer to address "the swamp." The Monks started their walk 19 months ago. Yep these bold souls have been walking for more than 19 months so that would include two winters, at least, and probably some damn inclement weather along with some weather that is the finest of anywhere on our planet. Walked for 19 months ... for peace ... go figure. The Buddhist Monks rarely talk the talk but they certainly do walk, literally, the walk. An axis bold as love. Buddhist love. For any number of ailment reasons I wouldn't be able to walk like that. At the beginning of the Monk's journey, in Texas no less, the entourage encountered Texas truck drivers and one of those intrepid Texans hit a flag car driving in front of the Monks and injured several of the Monks of which one Monk lost a leg. Had to be amputated due to the truck/auto incident. Now that sounds exactly like Texas. Anyway the Monk that lost a leg caught up with his brothers and finished the walk to Babylon in a wheelchair. Bold as bold can be. Axis bold as love and this is a powerpoint presentation of exactly what Jimi Hendrix sang about. For nineteen months and a rescue dog from India named Aloka, the Monks walk for peace was a "self-described spiritual journey across nine states and the Monks were cheered on by real Americans that marveled at the tenacity of spiritually aware beings and sheer determination to finish what they had started almost two years earlier. American crowds cheered the Monks on everywhere the Monks walked. No bullshit politics, no footbowl, no basketbowl, no trumpf, no ICE Gestapo harassment and murder, just one foot in front of another foot and 2,300 miles later on ... fait accompli. Amazing. Spectacularly awesome. You can bet there'll be a movie based on their expedition. I've grabbed a screenshot of the Monks arriving at the Lincoln Memorial and that shot is right about now -

Most of the Monks walked the entire 2,300 miles barefoot. Through rain, snow, sleet, mud, screaming hot pavement, and some stuff that is best left never spoken about. Nine states and not even the best of what America has to offer. Texas comes to mind right off. I've been to Texas on numerous occasions and most of Texas is welcoming and the people were pleasant enough with an ugly exception that is the Dallas/Fort Worth mega mess. Best to avoid all of that part of Texas. Sucks on an industrial scale level of suckage. I think that what these Buddhist Monks have shown America is that ... things seem bad and that's all a matter of perspective. Even with trumpf tossed ever so rudely into the mix. Trumpf, AGBondi, trumpf's entire lot of treasonous buffoons, they shall pass. All things shall pass. Take a walk of any distance and consider what those Monks have proven. Peace and the path to peace is simply a walk away. Distance is irrelevant. Now for Friday the 13th digital art. Blessings on those Buddhist Monks no doubt.

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balls to the walls kids ... we can get through this without doubt. Axis Bold As Love ... 😎

Nothing From Nothing Leaves ...

 Nothing. You can't subtract nothing from nothing. There's nothing there. So it's almost like zero doesn't exist. If zero is nothing then ... there can be no zero. If nothing is in fact nothing ... well it stands to reason ... it's all smoke and mirrors ... a cruel trick. However, if you have a nothing president well it stands to reason that there shouldn't be a president. But there is ... sadly. So on that existentially ridiculous note it's over to Thursday digital art. Obviously I've got nothing. See? We're right back to that nothing from nothing bullshit and there you go.

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flowers bloom like madness in the spring ... which given the screwed nature of our current climate ... could be any day now ... in the Mojave anyway ... 😏

The Weight of the Anchor: Institutional Decay and the Choice to Swim

 It's becoming increasingly difficult to escape the conclusion that the great experiment of American democracy is faltering. For many the evidence is not just visible, it is visceral. The distinct sensation that our nation's institutions, once revered as the bedrock of stability, have eroded into hollow shells of their former selves is no longer fringe theory but a pervasive national mood. When looking at the three branches of government, one does not see checks and balances, but rather a synchronized machine of self interest, gridlock, and influence peddling that feels, to use the starkest term, obscene.

The Legislative branch appears paralyzed by partisanship and fueled by corporate lobbying, seemingly incapable of addressing the material needs of the citizenry. The Executive branch often feels like a cult of personality rather than a steward of the law, expanding it's reach while public trust plummets. The Judiciary, intended to be the arbiter of truth, is increasingly viewed as just another political battleground, its integrity stained by ethical questions and ideological maneuvering. When the architects of the law seem lawless and the guardians of the state seem predatory, the resulting atmosphere is indeed a "pool of evil", a toxic mix of cynicism, apathy, and rage.

The question then arises ... do we simply drown?

To "drown" in this context is to succumb to nihilism. It's to accept that the corruption is terminal, that the game is rigged beyond repair, and that the only rational response is to withdraw, shut one's eyes, and let the waters of dysfunction close over our heads. This is a tempting release. Drowning requires no energy; it is the natural consequence of ceasing to struggle against an overwhelming current.

However, history suggests that "drowning" is exactly what the corrupt elements of any failing system rely upon. Institutions that have turned against the public interest thrive on the exhaustion of the people. They count on the populace becoming so overwhelmed by the obscenity of the situation that they retreat into private spheres, leaving the halls of power entirely to the wolves.

The alternative to drowning is not necessarily blind optimism, which would be foolish in the face of such evidence, but rather a grim determined resilience. It is the realization that while institutions may fail, the people remain. If the macro-structures are rotting, the response is to reinforce the micro-structures... local communities, mutual aid networks, and state level advocacy. If the water is toxic, we do not simply swallow it, we build rafts.

We don't drown because drowning is a form of consent. To surrender to the despair is to validate the very corruption we despise. The antidote to a poison pool is not to drink from it, but to fiercely guard whatever clean water remains to speak the truth about the decay without flinching and to endure. The systems may be failing but the human capacity to withstand them and eventually replace them is the one thing that remains uncorrupted.

Wednesday digital art and could someone please cue the camel.

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thus endeth the sermonette from the old guy ... 😏

So Another Day's Useless Images Spent

 Trumpf is pissed off that a U.S. olympic team member spoke truth after the kid was finished receiving his gold medal for winning some event or other. Hunter Hess is kid's name and his remark was "just because I'm wearing the flag doesn't mean I represent everything that's going on in the United States ..." There you go. The kid was, evidently, supposed to say how much he loved dear leader and isn't trumpf just a grate amerikan president and blah blah blah. Trumpf is one petty vindictive loser as well as a poor sport and a mostly retarded asshole that will wander into further dementia territory all the while dragging these United States of America down the sewer with him. Oh are we ever in luck ... or well ... maybe not so much. Not one day passes without trumpf bitching a streak about some perceived slight or anything that rubs his bloated ass the wrong way. Did you know that trumpf has Car-line Leave It wipe his ass for him? Well he most certainly does ... trumpf can no longer wipe his own ass and I would imagine that's on him ... trumpf. He certainly isn't exactly the type of man you'd want your kid to grow up and be just like him. On on unrelated note from those Epstein Files ... some unnamed redacted obviously piece of human excrement was named for having sex with a nine year old. Girl I imagine but I could be wholly wrong on the matter. Even by any perversion standard heretofore known to postmodern perverts ... nine year olds of either gender are off limits without question. Well except for the billionaire bunch that took kindly to Epstein and Jizz-well hooking the sleazy fuckers up with victims. The heinous report did not indicate if the aforementioned nine year old was ever able to walk, or run, away from Epstein Island. Jesus H Christ ... that is some real sick shit no doubt. Meanwhile and back in Babylon ... repubicunts are happy to simply look away and mums their word. Not ONE god damn word of apology not one word of regret having hooked onto the trumpf shit train to hell. There are congressional elections this November and with even a modicum of luck, the republicunts will be sent packing to some far away pig pen where they can clusterfuck one another as that seems to be what congressional republicunts are wont to do. Isn't that right congressman Jordan ... Jordan likes those collegiate wrestlers when they're all sweaty and heading for the showers. By the way ... that last sentence was not bullshit ... almost leaves one wondering where that "mighty arm of the lord is for rendering justice ... " I suppose we could ask some itinerant evangenital baptist christian what the fuck but ... those creepy crawly evangenitals have taken to hiding away and playing dumb, their playing dumb is NOT an act. Now for Tuesday digital art.

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I wonder if trumpf's youngest enjoys the taunting he receives for being ... a trumpf ... 😏

I Don't Know What I Don't Know

 That's right kids ... I don't know. I don't care either. Not about the stupid footbowl, not the alternate half time show, not about the WM Phoenix Open, not about trumpf anything. I'm wondering how it might be that Americans did not know that trumpf is a flaming klanner and an avowed racist. The senile freak has always been nothing more than that. Trumpf has always been deathly afraid of the Obama's Barack and Michelle. That should have been the first clue as to trumpf's being a rabid racist. Trumpf is also deathly afraid of President Joe Biden, Madam 'should have been' President Kamala Harris, and of course the tooth fairy, Easter bunny, and Socks the White House ghost of presidencies past. Trumpf is one pathetic loser and that's all he has ever been. So ... Americans didn't know trumpf is/was a racist? Holy jesus people ... are people living in caves? Hmmm ... that could very well be. Homeless people are already living in sewer systems. Los Angeles, Las Vegas. probably Denver, Phoenix, and of course New York City. Sewers are of course postmodern caves and are inviting as a last resort place to park one's carcass with hope that maybe one might be safe in the cavern's dark. Just one more reason to be ever so proud of (?) being an American. I'm certain that homelessness is NOT singularly an American problem. Sewer systems are an almost perfect place to park and keep out of any public view. Besides ... if one has to unload those bodily excretions ... well ... a sewer is adequately handy and convenient. Maybe not as sanitary as a home toilet with/without a bidet. Anytime one has a problem ... get a solution. Any solution so long as problem solved. Besides, sometime today news will be aired concerning who won the bowl, who won the Open, who won the Sunday night poker game held by the Nuns of Transparently Frequent St John the Headless Barkeep. Now I'll mosey on over to the Monday digital art program and here we go.

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okay so no one should pretend they don't know what 'r & j' is ... means ... whatever ... leo d caprio will be crushed ... simply crushed ... 😏

The Big Game

 Yes friends today is the big day. The final round of the Phoenix Open is today. A day of days and days in the making. The PGA's WM Phoenix Open will play their final round today and a winner and possibly new champion of the Open will be crowned and thank goodness there is at least one palatable televised event to watch. Also there is the 2026 Winter Olympics but really who cares. I've not watched olympics anything for years. Back in the day and really far back in the day the olympics both summer and winter games were fun to watch and cheer on the skiers and ski jumpers and there was NOT one article posted that covered men ski jumpers injecting some manner of performance enhancing goo into their penises. Yep and evidently men ski jumpers are injecting a substance into their wangers and why in hell ANYONE would be stupid enough to inject the male penis with a foreign substance is beyond the ken of postmodern understanding. Off hand, I'm of the opinion that the entire report is bullshit. Straight up nonsensical bullshit. However and since I do not follow olympic nonsense, whatever men are injecting into their pee-pees is entirely up to them and there you go. I couldn't care less about how patently stupid the reporting might be. I had the scare of my life back in the day when I contracted an STD. Yep. I was fooling around, didn't follow rule number one when having unprotected and promiscuous sex and I was plagued with "scabies." At first I thought I'd contracted the clap. So after noticing I was growing mysterious thingies on my unit, I headed straight to the local clinic and a very nice and understanding doctor listened to my story and then informed me that as STD's were a public health issue ... well ... the good doctor was required to ask me a number of pertinent questions about who or whom I'd had unprotected sex with AND the really unpleasant part was the doctor telling me he had to take "specimens" from my sex organ and after a brief moment with doctor being out of the exam room, he came back and jammed a swab dealy down my penis. Holy shit talk about pain that I'd previously NEVER encountered in my hounding days of being a player. Searing flaming excruciating pain and the pain took my mind off the embarrassment of having to inform the doc about all the women I'd had sex with in the last six months. Names and possible addresses with phone numbers please. I never heard from several of the women I'd had to out to the doctor, ever again. Go figure. So remember kids and especially all you young stallions ... cover your rig. People that you are close to and especially those of the female persuasion will thank you kindly. Well and of course single gender sexuality. Anyway ... men are injected some formulaic bullshit into the wangers? ... I'm gonna have to call bullshit on the report. Any ski jumper braindead enough to fall for a gag like that ... well ... good luck junior ... you are seriously going to need what little luck you might find along a painful path to becoming a eunuch. On that note and with not so much more to screed about in a painfully embarrassing moment in my personal sojourn through postmodern existential being ... there are reasons why I don't bother watching olympics or NFL footbowl super whatevers but I do watch the occasional golf dealy ... golf has those lovely locales that seem ever so enticing to anyone watching. Now for your Sunday viewing enjoyment ... painful chapters of my embarrassing quite stupidly loose living days and of course ... digital art.

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I've also given up on MLBaseball ... I grew up in the days of Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, Yankees, Dodgers, Giants, Sandy Koufax so ... today's game is ruined as are all professional sports by greed and the corporate mentality requiring money IS the bottom line ... Stone Cold will agree and say so ... 😐

Star Spangled Klanners & Trumpf

 It's getting truly hard to figure out if trumpf is playing angles or is trumpf simply batshit insane and there really is no hope for America. Der Pedofuhrer trumpf posted a remarkably crude, ignorant, KKK style, video the rancid fuck had one of his  White House flunkies put together then he, trumpf, posted the obscenity on his truth social thingy. Insinuating that President Obama and First Lady Obama were apes. This manner of bullshit could be expected from elementary school children that are thoroughly clueless. Hmmm ... that describes dementia j to a tee. Anyway the imagery has raised a stink in Babylon and I'm not certain how one might be able to distinguish one stench from another stench and I suppose the direction of a prevailing wind might offer up a clue as to stench origins. These days and it does seem rather obvious that any and all stenches wafting around Babylon are directly originating from trumpf's White House. Actually the White House DOES NOT belong to trumpf nor to his numerous minions and assorted retarded flunkies that do the pedofuhrer's dirty work. The White House has ALWAYS been considered to be 'we the peoples' house and the peoples house will most certainly need to be fumigated if and or when the trumpf cretins are removed. On their own or forcefully removed ... either way. So trumpf makes a legitimate claim that he is an asshole ... a racist asshole ... a juvenile asshole ... is incapable of acting anywhere near human ... and he's an asshole which I may have already mentioned several times already. Trumpf, the squirrelly freak that he is, so needs to die. However that demise may, in fact, happen. Now it's time for Saturday digital art.

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I imagine that trumpf had the White House gophers gathered around so they could all laugh and insist that trumpf was ever so funny ... trumpf is funny in the way a massive cerebral hemorrhage might happen to some one ... else ... 😏