Scotticus

It’s the American Way. 🦅

So it goes without saying, but let's say it anyway: the concentration of attacks on trans people isn't because trans people are the only people fascists hate (although they absolutely do hate them). It's because they're the people they think non-fascists are least likely to defend.

An original black and white drawing of a clown. He’s a bit wall-eyed with a round nose, bushy hair, a ruffle Shakespearean collar, and a harlequin clown suit.

I drew a clown.

Thinking about whether I should be sorry about it.

🧵

If anyone claims that the current anti-trans panic was caused in any part by trans people advocating for our human rights, that person is lying through their teeth.

The religious right lost on marriage equality, and immediately started going after trans people instead. That's what happened.

I am nonbinary. The gender that no longer officially exists in the United States. I was offered the chance to change my gender designation to "X" on my passport and driver's license in 2023. I decided not to and here's why.

We have to acknowledge the truth about MAGA: “They do not care about fixing anything. They do not care about running the government. They want to set the Constitution on fire, destroy the federal government, and torture and murder their enemies…” [kottke.org]

Sarah McBride is cis people's favorite politician because she gives them permission to ignore attacks on trans people.

McBride is a doofus.

THE ARISTOCRATS, but for real

As a Sociologist, I need to tell you

the chaos cascade (200+ exec orders) isn't dysfunction — it's disaster capitalism's playbook. your confusion = their strategy.

A fucking harmonica holder. What sick sadist invented this. We do not need a special piece of equipment to enable someone to play the worst “instrument” of all time while doing something else. Any time I see someone put one of these on it chills my very soul.

When you want to play a terrible song on the guitar but it’s also really important to accompany it with a horrific wheezing noise.

Post from John Perricone 3d • Several years ago l invited a Buddhist monk to speak to my Senior elective class, and quite interestingly, as he entered the room, he didn't say a word (that caught everyone's attention). He just walked to the board and wrote this: "EVERYONE WANTS TO SAVE THE WORLD, BUT NO ONE WANTS TO HELP MOM DO THE DISHES." We all laughed. But then he went on to say this to my students: "Statistically, it's highly unlikely that any of you will ever have the opportunity to run into a burning orphanage and rescue an infant. But, in the smallest gesture of kindness -- a warm smile, holding the door for the person behind you, shoveling the driveway of the elderly person next door -- you have committed an act of immeasurable profundity, because to each of us, our life is our universe."

Been thinking about this a lot (not tagging the sender, for their privacy). Most of us won't have the chance for for grand, capital-R Resistance heroics. But every one of us will have a thousand small choices to make about how to live our lives and where to draw lines. Use them well.

Don't know who said it first but it bears repeating—if you really don't think what Musk repeatedly did was a Nazi salute, please record yourself doing that exact thing and post it across all social media, and make sure your employer sees it.

Oh...is that awkward gesture too much now? Interesting.

I realized I should probably share the thing, huh?

I share this with the caveat that:
- It's an incomplete, evolving document, and;
- I'm not an expert, this is just what I'm doing. YMMV.

With that, here you go: minamarkh.am/shits-weird/

Rocky, a gray and white tabby cat, asleep on a tortilla-themed blanket.

Creeper, an orange tabby cat, nestled in a cat paw shaped cushion, yawning.

My cats, Rocky and Creeper.

And Yet It Moves Thoughts The Day After

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three south park characters are sitting at a desk with the words tell them there will be punch and pie ALT: three south park characters are sitting at a desk with the words tell them there will be punch and pie

I was told there would be punch and pie.

Lemon, it’s Sunday.

Walton Goggins standing over me with his boot firmly planted on my neck, slicing an apple with a switchblade. "Now it seems to me... someone needs to learn their times tables." Neither one of us has any idea what he means in this scenario.