‘Sup, reader?  Okay, full disclosure…I was gonna write this whole thing here tonight, but today the fine people at the Prince Estate released the Super Deluxe version of Sign ‘O the Times.  The remastered double album is there, of course, but then something like 50 previously unreleased tracks!  Fifty!  I’ve been listening to this goddamn thing for over 8 hours now.  I was supposed to have been writing that whole time, but I haven’t written shit, because I keep having to run to the keyboard (the one with the black and white keys) to play along.
Oops…yeah…gotta go again.

N.P.: “Blanche – 2020 Remaster” – Prince

Welcome to the Honor Roll Officer Robinson Desrouches (L) and Major Aubrey Gregory (R) of the Louisville Metro Police Department, two officers who were shot last night while trying to protect the mob from itself.  Maj. Gregory, commander of the LMPD’s Special Operation Division and complete bad ass actually walked into roll call this evening, less than 24 hours after being shot in the hip.  Officer Desrouches is recovering from surgery after being shot in the abdomen last night. Here’s to a quick and complete recovery to both of these heroes.  Cheers.

BLM™ strikes again.

N.P.: “Sugar – Archigram Remix” – Ladytron

It’s fall.  Finally…fucking fall.  I should be in a better mood.  But I know it’s “in name only.”  There are still several weeks of atmospheric bullshit just ahead.  Typically, Halloween is the first day of my Happy Season.  Or at least my Less Pissed Off Season.

We spent the summer watching our civic and corporate so-called “leaders” cave in to the mob, in many instances before the mob even showed up.  Rather than face the possibility of a hashtag campaign, leaders of corporations, cities, states, and universities chose to sacrifice their own customers, citizens, teachers, and students in a doomed attempt to placate the mob.  Allow me to suggest that it is these leaders who need to go.  They need to be removed from their positions due to gross negligence and dereliction of duty.  And they need to be replaced with actual American leaders who have the spine to not wither and cry at even the idea of the cancel culture coming for them.  People who will look at the pathetically ignorant mob with their virtual torches and pitchforks and say, “No.  Fuck you.  My people and this institution have rights, and if the police department is too cowardly to protect them and has chosen to kneel with the mob, if the mayor and the governor are too incompetent to call the national guard in to do it, then I will fucking do it.  Because these rights don’t come from the police, the national guard, the mayor, the CEO, or anyone else…we have the rights already.  And simply because the people whose job it is to protect those rights have chosen, for whatever reason, be it incompetence or pusillanimity, not to show up to work, does not at all alter our rights.  You’ve just left it up to us to enforce them.  Which is fine.  And just so you know, before this is over, you will be begging for the police to intervene.  So make your move, or fuck off.”
But no.  These “leaders” find it easier to paint “Stop Racism” in the end zone and deploy other empty moronic gestures and hope that they please oh please just be left alone by the mob.  Whom exactly are they telling to stop racism?  Their players?  Are the players so racist that the NFL must now paint a note in the end zone in order to remind these racist bastards that they need to knock it off every time they make a touchdown?  No, probably not.  Then who?  They must be telling You, the viewer, that you need to stop your evil racists ways.  No…I don’t think they’re doing that.  The truth is, of course, that the message is not directed anywhere…it’s meaningless, symbolic bullshit.

N.P.: “Mono Heart” – Rave The Reqviem

Today never really caught on with me.  I figured it would, at some point, but it never did.  I know I got irritated early on, and then I never really recovered.  I just stayed irritated all day.  Which annoyed me.  So then I was irritated and annoyed.  It was a whole thing.
I’m just gonna go to bed.

N.P.: “Der letzte Tanz – Tanzmix” = Funker Vogt

Apparently another award show/hypocritical lecture fest ate shit in the ratings last night.  The Emmy’s.  Something like 143 people tuned in.  More people visited this site last night than watched the Emmy’s.  Viewership of last nights woke stroke-fest was the lowest in the history of the Emmy’s, somehow dropping a full 20% from last year, the previous holder of the lowest viewership in the history of the Emmy’s.
If this were literally any other show, and its ratings were down even 2-3% from the previous year, and certainly if it had just gotten the lowest ratings in history, it would have been cancelled before the sun rose the following morning.  Efforts would be being made to find and destroy any and all copies of the event so as to forget it ever happened.  But because this is another totally onanistic circle jerk that the average Hollywood ego must have in order to survive, they will likely try to do it again next year.  At some point, they’re going to figure out you can’t drop 20% too many times without literally losing the entire audience.
I think people are sick of these assholes.  I know I am.  You’d think these people had cured cancer this year, like they have earned a platform from which to lecture the non-Hollywood world endlessly and pointlessly.  Nope.  You made a TV show.  Great.  Shut the fuck up and go make another one.  Unlike awards shows, maybe people will actually watch.

N.P.: “Hearts and Minds” – Nitzer Ebb

It’s been one of those days, dear reader…nothing’s going on, but I’ve been edgy.  I had a Jack and Coke Slurpee with lunch, which I really thought would take the edge off, but it didn’t work.  Which is just weird, cuz that always works.  Be that as it may, it was, excuse me here, dear reader, fucking delicious.  But still…I’m edgy.

Update: Trader Joe’s got apple cider donuts in today.  There’s still one more stupid day of summer, but fall’s apple cider donuts are already here.  Fuck you, summer.  Everything’s better…at least for now.  No promises about tomorrow.

N.P.: “Dead Mantra” – Dead Skeletons

The criminally negligent Minneapolis City Council had a special meeting last week to discuss orders of magnitude crime rate has increased since they’ve been bad-mouthing, not supporting, accusing of racism, and trying to defund the police department.  Jamal Osman, the newest member of the Council of Idiots actually said, out loud, “Residents are asking, ‘Where are the police.'”  Well, shit, Jamal…that is a good question…wheresoever could they be?  Osman went on: “[The police department is the only public safety option they have at this point.  MPD.  They rely on MPD.  And [the residents] are saying they are nowhere to be seen.”
Jamal needs to have some sense slapped into him.  Seriously.  If he and the rest of the city council are some moronically myopic as to honestly wonder why crime might skyrocket when you allow criminals and thugs hiding behind the BLM™ moniker to destroy your city nightly whilst ordering your police force to stand down, to not let them use their assigned weapons to defend themselves, when you prosecute them if they do dare to defend themselves, when you do nothing but join in the chants of the idiotic mob.  Dolts.
Lisa Bender, the president of the Council of Incompetence, reported that she is hearing that the word on the street is the police are purposefully, intentionally not arresting criminals.
This level of failure to understand the most rudimentary cause-and-effect relationship is indicative of some kind of moronic psychosis.  Their entire City Council should be jailed.  Fortunately for them, there aren’t any cops left to arrest them.

N.P.: “Plasma” – Stahlmann

Today was just weird as hell.  I was enjoying my first at-a-restaurant lunch since March, al fresco, of course, due to plague, when a car crashed into a bunch of diners at the restaurant next door.  Several hours later, I almost got into a fight at the gun store.  But then I remembered it was the first day of Rosh Hashanah, so I just went home and drank whiskey.
My hair wants cutting.

N.P.: “Under My Thumb” – Streetheart

Kind of a long day, but a good one.  Got to drive fast…that’s always invigorating.  Too many pesky errands to get any real writing done.  There is still tonight.

N.P.: “Sid Vicious in a Dress” – Powerman 5000