MICROWAVE IT ALL!

In between angry doomscrolling one can read about Italian food. Which is a good way of decompressing. It's the moral equivalent of going ultra-violent on Republicans, but a hell of a lot better for one's mental health. Think happy thoughts. Think pine nuts, olive oil, and Parmigiano Reggiano. Your mental arteries will like that.

Add more garlic.

I am surprised, given all the maladjusted people we have in this country -- military vets, self-important yuppies, drugged-out suburban moms, and dutch Americans in the Midwest who fled religious freedom because they were too constipated, whose grandchildren vote the solid fascist ticket in fond remembrance of relatives (uncle Hendrik, his wife auntie Elsie, great grandcousin Koos-Paul's kids) who were collaborators during the war -- that we have not, as a society, gone full postal. We should be shooting each other, instead of debating useless symbolic acts supporting the Iranian people by bombing low-value targets in Tehran as many right wing settler Israelis moistly think we should because of oh boy whatever goldarned stupid rationale is current.

Maybe they're all holding onto their hats and holding off because the fast food franchise near their gated community is closing down and jobs are vanishing. How will they survive if they can't go to Darkeez and have a fry-burger cooked by underpaid illegals? Oh no they'll starve! It will be canned liver pâté and Hormell's chili just like in college! Over spaghetti noodles. Which are difficult, but they mastered that by reading the instructions on the package.

At work, the old rightwing pro-Trump hosebags in the backroom, when they weren't wetting themselves over televised sports, spent the entire weekend justifying the killing of Renee Good by Jonathan Ross in Minneapolis. Because god hates Somalis. And by gum, there ought to be many more such shootings. Why, they'll cheer it on and morally support it!

Myself, I morally support the burning down to the ground of all of Tiburon and Kentfield. That doesn't mean it's any better, though given the current situation much more desirable and minutely more likely. But only minutely. Sad.


Guillotines, firing squads, stringing up Mussolini upside down by his balls and pummeling him to death with rotten eggplants ..... these are all beautiful things, and the sounds they make are lovely. Definitely more garlic.




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