Wendy Alexander

Dick Cheney did more than anyone else to build up expansive and destructive executive branch powers in the wake of 9/11; he lived to see another president turn those same powers against his own daughter.

He should be a warning sign to the GOP today but too many of them are in the cult.

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Former Vice President Dick Cheney, widely viewed as the primary architect of America’s post-9/11 wars, died Monday at 84 from pneumonia and cardiac complications.

https://www.latimes.com/obituaries/story/2025-11-04/dick-cheney-dead?utm_medium=social&utm_source=bluesky_ 

YouTube video by Zohran Mamdani for NYC Today is only the beginning.

Today is only the beginning.

Our time has come, New York. Our time is now.

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REV. BLACK (who was shot in the head with a pepper ball): “If this is what they’re doing to pastors, journalists, teachers, mothers, and the elderly gathered to sing and pray outside ICE facilities… what might they be doing to our neighbors who are behind those walls?”

Dear New York, at the very least, please give wonderful Democratic Socialist Mamdani a massive landslide victory so that he has a mandate.

Leaving me to try to function – heart black + blue
Battered, bruised + needy to be filled again
By your feint adoration in the night – a tedious refrain
Oh, won’t you tell me you love me in the daylight?
But no, for I am merely an artifice in your eyesight
Fit for you only in the shrouded moonlight

Far away from where you tell me I’m deep in your marrow
The ache hits me in my chest
And I can’t wait until I’m back at rest
Because that’s where I can pretend your mine
And the fleeting moments we’re together stop time
But then you’re gone again, taking pieces of me with you
(2/3)

Empty me of my mythology
Then fill me with your theology
Tangled in words of Worship
And hide in the secrets of your hand’s grip
Fingers pressed into skin leave your mark
But only when you visit me in the dark
When morning comes you’ve receded back into shadow
(1/3)

Kiss me in reverence and lust
Show me that your devotion eclipses your rational inner voice
The one that says we could never work outside of the sanctuary we’ve made
Because while this place holds beauty and respite
I know we can be so much more in the daylight
(2/2)

You take me in prose rhythm and rhyme
Bodies conversing like Shakespeare’s tragedies
Touch and taste found only in dreams
In moments of sleepless verse
Where realities battle with hope and desire
And the games we play have shifting moralities
That we both like to lose in equal measure
(1/2)

Define your musical taste in 8 artists (in no particular order):

Radiohead
Sleep Token
Prince
Bon Iver
Saints of Valory
The Cure
Gorillaz
Bjork

I was at that show! Oakland! it was GLORIOUS.

Because it’s easier here than outside where the world is cold
And unforgiving
And only seems to want the thing that I never was to begin with
(3/3)

While the fall grows colder into winter
And you want an eternal springtime
That I can’t ever be again
And no amount of wishing will make it so
So I retreat into the space I’ve built to protect myself
(2/3)

I missed my window long ago
You know the one
The one where viability and vulnerability converge
And I still had a kind of magic
But now?
Now I’m too jaded, too broken, to find all of the pieces
To the puzzle that made me easier to love
And so now the window is closed, locked up tight
(1/3)

"...And my reflection just won't smile back at me like I know it should
And I would turn into a stranger in an instant if I could
And there is something eating me alive, I don't know what it is
Maybe not that you conceal your feelings, they just don't exist..."

The one thing that’s always been there for me
That will never abandon me
Music is my boyfriend, lover, partner, companion, and consort
Poetry and desire set to music
My only hope for salvation
(2/2)

My love is reserved
Not for you
Not for the ones who let me down, abandoned me, taunted, and teased
Not for the ones who rejected me, said I don’t like you like that
The ones who promised but never delivered
No
My love is reserved for music
The one thing that has never let me down
(1/2)

Yes. She’s in Minneapolis…waiting.

I lay coiled in the howling silence
Wrapped in
Trying to hold the pieces of myself together
But I don’t know how anymore
How to keep from spilling out and over into the depths of the night
How to fight the silence and not lose myself in the process
And whatever feeling I’ve got left.
2/2

Loneliness screams in silence to those who can hear it
When I’m alone, the quiet feels like a death sentence
Like there’s nothing left
Nobody to save me
Nobody who cares enough to
Offer a hand to grip on to
Tell me “it’s all going to be okay, baby”
Or even just a rope to tangle myself in
But no
1/2

“…You might be the one to take away the pain and let my mind go quiet
And nothing else is quite the same as how I feel when I'm at your side

Come on, come on
Out from underneath who you were
Come on, come on now
You know that it's time to emerge…”

Right here, baby. 😈🤭

Everything Trump is doing now is a preamble for his regime's real goal: to invoke the Insurrection Act.

I don’t want to unduly alarm you, but you need to be aware of this imminent danger. Let me explain what’s going on.

Gross. And this is why I won’t watch CNN.

What. And I repeat, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! This entire administration needs to be held accountable for the atrocities committed against the American people.

JFC.

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Everybody’s got a fucking opinion, yet wait to say anything until it’s too late. Or, conversely, when you’re doing my job then you can make all the aesthetic decisions.