When the fuck is it going to rain?! This is ridiculous. It rained more in May than it did in November, and if you know anything about this wretched hellscape of a valley, you know that’s bad. No wind, no clouds, no fog, and sure as hell no rain. Not last month, and nothing for this month so far. Nothing in the forecast.
N.P.: “Fame” – Infectious Grooves
The Office of the Governor of California
1303 10th Street, Suite 1173
Sacramento, CA 95814
December 3, 2020
To the Most Honorable and Hypocritical Governor Newsom,
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you.
Most Sincerely and Without Lube,
The People of California
The garbage mayor of San Francisco was caught dining out at the same fucking restaurant as the Governor was caught in…wait for it…the day after the governor was caught, violating the same strict restrictions. The garbage mayor of San Jose got caught intentionally violating the same state rules by spending Thanksgiving with his parents. San Francisco’s garbage senator was caught without a mask (the kind she insists her constituents wear) while she was getting her hair did indoors at a salon (egregiously violating the rules she has supported that have resulted in myriad closed businesses and ruined livelihoods. She is also to be remembered for cackling manically while showing off her two (2) $24,000 freezers full of $94/gallon ice cream on national TV as roughly 25 million Americans found themselves suddenly out of work.
People will tolerate all manner of bullshit from their leaders: stupidity, cupidity, incompetence. But one thing they tend not to tolerate for very long at all is hypocrisy. Historically, most leaders who indulged in behaviors while using their positions to prevent their citizenry from engaging in the exact same behavior, more specifically leaders who dined decadently while great swaths of their people struggled and starved as a direct result of those leaders, frequently find their political careers ending rather suddenly in decapitation.
Of course that won’t happen here.
N.P.: “Stripped – Heavy Mental Mix by Charlie Clouser” – Rammstein
It’s December! My favorite month! Happy December, dear reader. I put up the tree today. Did a whole manger scene too…Jesus and the boys. The whole crew, really. There’s a goat. It’s quite moving. I was thinking about setting up a camera with a pay link, so people could just watch my static and unchanging yet moving manger scene throughout the holidays. MangerCam…24-hour access with subscription. I’ll have to talk to my web guy…get him to set something up.
N.P.: “Systems Down” – AC/DC
Things aren’t going to end well for The Governor at this point, regardless. But if he tries to impose harsher arbitrary restrictions than he already has, that dark ending will be expedited. His mandate to govern ended the second he was exposed as a treacherous hypocrite, ignoring his own rules while crushing the “small” businesses of California.
N.P.: “Skandal im Sperrbezirk” – Eisbrecher
Most Americans are slavish in their speech. What I mean is they don’t really choose their own words: they just involuntarily spew whatever moronic nonsense is unofficially trending socially: “it is what it is,” and “I know, right,” are the most insipid and egregious examples. Disgusting. Anyway, another such offense, albeit and a very situationally specific one, is the repugnant greeting “Welcome in” presently en vogue with millennials employed in retail. At first, somewhat optimistically, I thought I was hearing the German “Willkommen.” But I was wrong. The worst part might have been that the first time I heard it, I heard it every single place I went for the rest of the day and anytime I’ve been silly enough to go to a mall since. It pisses me off because “welcome” is perfectly acceptable and has been for hundreds of years. “Come in” is also perfectly acceptable, adding a more informal, “folksy” element to the greeting. But they’re trying to split the baby with this “welcome in” shit. To preserve my sanity (and to prevent potential assaults at the mall), I tell myself that they are saying, “Well, come in.” Like, “…the fuck you waiting for? Bring ya ass…this shit ain’t gonna buy itself.” Seems more dignified. I can pretend.
N.P.: “Masquerade – Orchestral Version” – Berlin
I’m in a foul mood, dear reader. Again. These have been happening a lot lately. I think everybody’s been a little bit edgy lately (with lately here being defined as the last 8 months or so). Apologies to any innocent in the crossfire.
N.P.: “Kill the Past” – Dead Soul
Watched a bunch of lugubrious husbands/whatever decorate the outside of their houses for Christmas today. In keeping with the spirit of the season, they all looked absolutely miserable. It’s not like it was raining or snowing or even cold: it was sunny and 63. Maybe that had something to do with it: there is no way to set up a giant inflatable snow globe on a dead brown lawn without looking (and feeling) like an asshole.
These people struck me as slavish in their behavior, in a Matrix-y sort of way. Like insects programmed to build nests or salmon robotically returning upstream to spawn: they have no idea why they’re doing it…they may not even be aware that they are doing it. They’ve become so conditioned to the behavior, they just do it, and it doesn’t even occur to them to question it.
N.P.: “Miss Katalin” – Son of Dave
I had hoped there might be the slightest break between when the political commercials ended and the Christmas commercials started, but alas…’twas not to be.
I was crushingly disappointed to find Chappelle’s Show removed suddenly, without lube, from Netflix yesterday. But I felt a lot better about it once I read that it was at Dave Chappell’s request, and his rationale behind it. I did find the outpouring of kudos to Netflix by the media to be pretty ludicrous. Calling it a “class act” and saying it was “the right thing to do.” Of course it was the right thing to do, but don’t think for a second that that is why Netflix did it. They have a $100 million deal with him…they need him desperately, and they need him to think and speak very highly of Netflix. Dave is still under contract for two more Netflix specials, and Netflix doesn’t have to want to have paid $40 million for two hour-long shows of Dave Chappelle hilariously ripping Netflix apart. Netflix has quickly earned the reputation of having an incredibly itchy trigger finger on the cancellation button…if Dave Chappelle didn’t get the ratings and viewership he does for Netflix, they wouldn’t even take his call, let alone take down his show when they had no legal need to do so.
N.P.: “Bad Attitude” – Honeymoon Suite
Fuck the Pope.
N.P.: “Pain is God” – Pig