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I was part of a discussion this morning about potentially heading to Compton to find that shitbag who attempted to execute two cops over the weekend.  Because there’s not much else going on right now, and the reward for this idiot is $100K, which would a bonus, as everybody in the discussion was more than willing to do it for free.  There was somewhat lively debate about the details of the reward being specifically for “information leading to the arrest and conviction” of this shitbag, which is generous, but the consensus of the group was that this wouldn’t be a fact-finding mission meant to produce “information,” and why can’t the reward have balls and be for the “capture of the suspect, dead or alive,” either way.
I opted out of all the plans and of the discussion itself (I had some other, less shooty things to discuss this morning), but the reason I mention it is because this sort of discussion is becoming increasingly common around here.  The worm has been slow to turn, but if the BLM™ terrorists and antifa brown shirts continue on their present course (which they undoubtedly will), they will see their ranks dwindle precipitously this fall and winter as their members succumb to lead poisoning as they start to come up against Americans who actually know how to fight, do not back down, are increasingly heavily armed, and have had about enough of a mob of entitled, ignorant, guilty white suburbanites who lost their gig at Jamba Juice during quarantine and now think they’re revolutionaries because it turns out they’ve never actually met a black person and boy do they feel guilty about that and now it’s time to play catch-up with The Struggle.
This will not end well for them.

N.P.: “It’s a Great Day to Whup Somebody’s Ass” – Paul Thorn

These are indeed “interesting” times, dear reader, in the Chinese sense of the word.  It is clear from the number of idiots still walking around making idiot noises that the initial iteration of this plague wasn’t nearly effective enough.  Perhaps Round Two will prove more effective.

N.P.: “If I Ever Lose My Faith in You” – Disturbed

Did some experimental stuff today.  Experimental for me…just meta, self-referential stuff.  It was kinda fun.  And into the vault it goes.
Getting toward the end of the planning stages on the new studio.  Just a few more t’s to cross and I think I’ll be ready to pull the trigger.
I really miss The Rain.

N.P.: “Ramunder” – Garmarna

Happy birthday, Mary.

A really cool thing happened today, and I can’t talk about it.  It seems like the best things come with either understandings of secrecy if not actual NDAs.  So you’re going to have to trust me on this one, dear reader: ’twas really cool.
If I could say anything about it, I would be giving you the backstory and a few details in this paragraph.  Unfortunately, though, as mentioned supra, intelligent reader, I can’t talk about it.  Almost sounds like Fight Club.  I wish I was in Fight Club.  I wonder what Tyler Durden’s doing right now.
There’s a high likelihood that this paragraph would contain a few more details about the Cool Thing, plus my hopes for the thing and what it means for the future.  But alas, most attractive reader, as we’ve already talked about, my hands are essentially tied on this matter.  Which really sucks, because the Cool Thing is really cool.

N.P.: “You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)” – 3TEETH

Dallas Police Chief U. Renee Hall told the ingrates in City Hall that they could kiss her dimpled ass and police their own incompetent selves going forward.  Chief Hall became the second history-making black female police chief to quit in disgust this summer.  Seattle Police Chief Carmen Best told Seattle’s idiot mayor to eat dicks in August.  So that’s two incredibly successful black women whose careers have been destroyed in the name of…well, you tell me.  Racism?  George Floyd?  BLM™?  Guilty white suburbanites, using their Uggs to stamp out systemic racism, one black life at a time.
And oh…this just in: Rochester Police Chief La’Ron Singletary told his idiot mayor to pucker up, because, like a great man once said, “there is some shit we will not eat.”  He’s also talking his entire senior command staff with him.
I would have taken it a step further and immediately released any and all criminals who had been arrested, convicted, or incarcerated whilst I was chief.  Seems fair.  [Yeah, I know…of course the police chief doesn’t have the juice to just free convicted felons, but I still would have said I was gonna do it in the press conference. One last little fuck you to mayor who seems to honestly think that life in her city will magically improve hugely just as soon as they get rid of all those gosh darn police.
Cretin.

N.P.: “The Ecstasy of Gold (Live)” – Metallica, San Francisco Symphony

In celebration of Labor Day, I didn’t do shit today.  But the holiday is technically over at this point, so I’ll get some writing done tonight.  Still too hot to go anywhere anyway…only getting down to 94 tonight.  Wretched fucking desert.
I haven’t been in the best mood lately, dear reader.  Then again, no one has.  Anyone over the age of 5 in this country who isn’t in a shit mood all the time is either delusional or a goddamn spy.  But yeah…I’ve got The Angst.  Nothing to worry about, of course…it will dissipate soon.  Fall starts two weeks from today, finally, thank Christ.  Which doesn’t mean much in and of itself…but The Rain will soon follow.

N.P.: “The Vanishing of Peter Strong” – Yello

Anhedonia in general and Fecal Creek in particular are in the throes of a simply hateful sunstorm, dear reader, so there’s not a hell of a lot going on around here right now.  Whiskey and wings, of course, but even they seemed more subdued than usual.  The sun set a bit ago and it is still 115 outside.  It’s only supposed to cool down to about 92 tonight, and then more fiery wretchedness tomorrow.  The air quality is disastrous, the populace is swimming with disease, and there are idiots everywhere.  I may finally leave the house again around Halloween.  Maybe November.

N.P.: “TOS2020 – Single Version” – ReMission International

Anytime any governor or federal office holder advocates gun control laws, repealing the 2nd Amendment, banning certain types of guns, or defunding the police, know that they are doing so while having a private police detail (state or federal officers) armed with the same type of weapons they are trying to ban protecting them and their families 24 hour a day.
The idiots in Seattle who voted to defund the police and worked those officers who haven’t quit into complete physical and psychological exhaustion, must now try to figure out how to police a city without any police.  So they hired rent-a-cops.  The job was simple: keep people out of Cal Anderson Park from 8pm to 6am.  Ya know…work the police used to do.  So the owner of the company and two of his armed security guards showed up at 8:00 to do the job, and by 8:03 they were back in their cars on the way home for the night.  “Fuck that,” the owner was reported to have said, “As soon as we entered that park they started verbally attacking us…calling us all kinds of names like ‘sellouts’ and [telling us] what they would do to us.”
Well, hell…I guess getting somebody else to police the community isn’t going to be quite as easy as we’d hoped.
In other cities where soon-to-be out-of work politicians have chosen to defund the police, the mayors (who typically do not have 24-hour police protection) have been forced to flee the mob and abandon their homes.  No shit.  Ted Wheeler, moron and mayor of Portland, fled from his condo in the middle of the night, when most of the mob had fallen asleep and their torches had dimmed and gone out.  The mayor and idiot of St. Louis Lyda Krewson resorted to wearing Groucho glasses-and-mustache as she was hustled out of her Central West End house last Wednesday.  In Chicago, in a show of perhaps the most blatant and egregious hypocrisy yet seen in this Summer of Bullshit, Lori Lightfoot decided she was not going to flee, so she had the city’s 5 remaining cops assigned to her street.
It’s weird…at first one could almost feel sorry for the people who put this idiot in office…they didn’t know the mayor would actually have to deal with an actual crisis and that she would totally screw the pooch in every possible position.  But it will be difficult to maintain that sympathy if they keep these incompetents around for further terms.

N.P.: “The Bottom Line – (12 Inch Remix)[Edit Version]” – Big Audio Dynamite, Rick Rubin

Okay, here’s what really upsets me about the prairie lady putting beets in the brownies: at some point, when someone is sharing a recipe with you that calls for putting something inappropriate into something that has been literally perfect (brownies in this case) for tens of thousands of years (well, okay, at least a hundred years), one must ask, “who the hell came up with this?  How did this come to be?”  And there is simply no way of getting around the fact that at some point, so jackass looked at a whole big thing of freshly baked brownies and said, “These could be better.”  Which is somewhere between treason and blasphemy.  But who the hell…okay, so you idiotically decide that brownies can be improved upon, what ingredient would you attempt to add?  Chocolate chips?  Makes sense.  Gummy bears?  Maybe.  Pour maple syrup and whiskey on the brownies?  Bold, but plausible.  Questionable, but reasonable.  Anyone who would think “beets!” is depraved and possibly psychotic.

N.P.: “The Crunch” – The Rah Band