I’m hooked on the TV show Daisy Jones & The Six. It’s really good and it’s really helping me with some of the finer points of character development in the novel I’m working on at the moment.
Give it a rest, babe.
But, I have to note that Riley Keough is being EXTREMELY DISINGENUOUS when it comes to her singing ability. She acts like the granddaughter of Elvis would not be musically inclined.
She goes way out of her way to act as if she’s oblivious to why she got the starring role in the show. I suppose some of it has to do with she’s afraid of being dismissed as a nepobaby and doesn’t want people to see her just as the granddaughter of Elvis.
Maybe? Is that what’s going on?
Anyway, I think she’s great and very talented. My quibbles are more about how she’s trying to frame herself in the public eye than anything else.
It definitely seems as though the United States is careening towards autocracy or civil war starting at some point around late 2024, early 2025. My thinking is –we just aren’t going to make it through the passions of the 2024 presidential election cycle.
When your best case scenario if your country slides peacefully into autocracy, you’re definitely in a “Not great, Bob,” situation. But that’s where we are at the moment. I just don’t see the United States being able to punt the structural problems of our democracy down the road anymore.
Late 2024, early 2025 is it — Something Big is going to happen.
It could be as dramatic as civil war, or it could be something far more subtle where someone like a President DeSantis becomes America’s Putin and we are an autocracy in all but name. What I mean by this is, it’s possible that we could become a zombie democracy, with the only indication of anything having changed be how many smug Twitter liberals now live outside the country to do their smug podcasts.
We’ll all wake up in 20 years and wonder why Canada is being invaded to “save it from the woke cancel culture mob.”
Ugh.
But there is, of course, the far darker scenario — there is a National Divorce with either the Reds leaving the Union or the Blues leaving the Union. I don’t want either one of those things to happen, but it’s something we have to start taking seriously.
It could happen. It really could.
But who knows. It’s still too far out for us — or at least me — to get some sense of what might actually happen. One scenario is Reds leave the Union instead of Blues because Trump doesn’t get the GQP nomination and when he splits the conservative vote he freaks out and demands Red states leave the Union because he’s an idiot, not realizing they want to take him up on it.
Anyway. God good luck, folks. You may very well need it.
Pete Davidson may get all the PR for his “big dick energy,” but it’s Cara Delevingne who is the DL MVP of Hollywood’s collective sexlife. The woman can not be stopped.
Just “friends.”
But her amazing ability to bed female celebrities is obscured because Hollywood doesn’t want us Poors to know what’s going on. If the Hollywood press was clear about what they knew of Delevingne sapphic exploits, it would raise a lot of questions from us Poors that they the Powers That Be would just rather not be asked.
The issue — we Poors just can’t process that the amount of bi-sexualism found in the upper ranks of society. This is especially the case for women. The Elite hold we Poors in such low regard, that they actively gaslight us whenever Delevingne beds yet ANOTHER high end Hollywood starlet.
What I care about is not so much who Delevingne beds, but the fact that the Hollywood press is gaslighting us. This is really grating on my nerves when things like this happen — apparently, Cindy Crawford’s daughter might be hooking up with Delevingne, despite having a “boyfriend.”
The rumor mill has it that the two women were all over each other at some post-Oscar function. I first became aware that they were OBVIOUSLY fucking when I saw a picture of the two women in a two-person cardigan gifted to them by none other than Taylor Swift of all people.
Given that fucking Delevingne is some sort of rite of passage for any hot woman in Hollywood, the idea that the Hollywood press would wilfully not mention what was going on between the two women when the picture was taken is very, very annoying to me
Writing it may take me longer than I hope, but I’m really feeling great about the state of my second draft. It’s actually professional-grade storytelling. I’m really leaning into character this go round.
I’m ecstatic.
A lot and I mean A LOT could still go wrong. Writers are known for dying unexpectedly for dumb reasons. And, yet, you know, you have to have hope. After years and years of spinning my wheels, I finally, finally feel like I’m living up to my “potential” that the late Annie Shapiro claimed I have.
At 50, I’m old as hell, but, fuck you. (wink.)
My hope is, of course, that now things will speed up significantly. I have the cornerstone of the story, so the rest of it SHOULD flow really fast.
We have all feared that there might some sort of moderate-to-severe recession in America in 2023 for a variety of reasons. With the demise of Silicon Valley Bank and the risk that the United States may default because Republicans are cocksucker, it definitely seems as though those fears may be realized.
My overarching fear is, of course, that all the conditions are being established for a massive political and historic clusterfuck in late 2024, early 2025 as I have long predicted. If the American economy is in some sort of Great Recession 2.0 on Election Day 2024, the probability that MAGA Nazis will seize power in the United States once and for all.
Or, of course, Blue States refuse to bend a knee to autocratic MAGA fascism and we have a National Divorce and, as such, a civil war. So, it’s going to be Blues, not Reds, who start any civil war we may have in the future.
There is, of course, the small possibility that somehow, someway we’ll punt the massive structural problems that America faces down the road.
But I have my doubts.
It definitely seems as though we face the existential choice of MAGA autocracy or civil war. That’s it. One of the two. Either or or. And if the United States is suffering from a moderate or severe recession at the time we all go to the polls definitely seems as though we’re pretty fucked.
But the issue is that I simply can’t predict the future. I have no idea what is going to happen, I just am working on hunches and gaming out macro factors down the road.
‘you don’t have to leave’ written by @sheltgarner Please give credit if you produce or perform
I want to believe that you don’t have to leave here we are face to face fighting through this disgrace in the end no matter what you don’t have to flee you don’t have to leave you don’t have to leave you don’t have to leave
I want you in my face a kiss would be great but just a sneer would suffice if that’s in the dice you’re all I hope and can expect just in the end don’t grin on your way out the door
you don’t have to leave you don’t have to leave you don’t have to leave
(bridge) the booze is too much stay another night ’cause no matter what we’re in it to win it that I believe no matter what the outside may believe
you don’t have to leave you don’t have to leave you don’t have to leave you don’t have to leave you don’t have to leave you don’t have to leave
‘something of my own’ written by @sheltgarner Please given credit if you produce or perform
no need to run no need to hide I’m here all alone hoping to have something of my own something of my own something of my own
they all say much to my dismay how much we should ally pray if we want to have another day but all I want I must confess is something to call my own
something of my own I moan something of my own I moan something of my own I moan
let’s have another drink before there’s a stink girls without tops pull out all the stops when you’re building something true ’cause all I want is something of my own I moan
something of my own I moan something of my own I moan something of my own I moan
(bridge) I’m no slave to you I’ll do what I do owning your heart is just a start I confess what’s making blue you are just confused
something of my own I moan something of my own I moan something of my own I moan
I don’t read but I can read your legs the ones a mile high that make me bite my knuckle not knowing where they end
I don’t read but I know what matters most I don’t read but quench my thirst I don’t read but so what you’re the best for this man whose the worst
your inner though is divine there’s no excuse for me not to stare when you walk into a room your little black dress makes me want to carress your ass with a bit of sass
I don’t read but I know what matters most I don’t read but quench my thirst I don’t read but so what you’re the best for this man whose the worst
(bridge) the snow is pure when you’re ready lure people to their doom don’t you worry one bit I won’t let you fret
I don’t read but I know what matters most I don’t read but quench my thirst I don’t read but so what you’re the best for this man whose the worst
there’s nothing you can do to change the course of fate when I’m in love with you
every lie is true every lie is true every lie is true when I’m in love with you when I’m in love with you when I’m in love with you
can’t say it enough I know you like it rough but loving you ain’t easy when every lie is the truth
every lie is true every lie is true every lie is true when I’m in love with you when I’m in love with you when I’m in love with you
let’s skip to the part where we make love in the dark having you by my side just makes me sigh and remember that
(bridge) the facts are the facts and that’s no sass I look you in the eye knowing it’s all a lie it’ll all come to an end but I’m willing to sin when every lie is true when I’m in love with you
every lie is true every lie is true every lie is true when I’m in love with you when I’m in love with you when I’m in love with you
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