Friday, February 28, 2025

All this bullshit going down

Here’s where we seem to be this week: the Kleptocrat has extorted a good chunk of Ukraine’s national resources in return for…no security guarantee (but maybe not actually supplying Putin with weapons of war). Pillsbury Spock and his minions are rampaging through federal agencies in search of mythical “fraud and abuse”. Oh—and Spock’s companies are profiting to the tune of $2M per day, and the FAA has just announced that they’re tossing out Verizon, which has a contract to manage their communications, and replacing them with Starlink. Tens of thousands of federal workers have been terminated, including the ones managing nuclear safety and ebola prevention programs.

In military matters, Cadet Bonespurs has fired the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff (a four-star Air Force general, who happens to be black) and the (female) Chief of Naval Operations, replacing them both with white men. In the case of the chair, the replacement is a retired three-star general. SECDEF fired a flock of senior JAG staffers and gave his reason as (and I quote) not wanting lawyers who “exist to attempt to be roadblocks to anything that happens in their spots.”

What, you might ask, could be construed as “roadblocks” that might be posed by…lawyers? Could it be instances where war crimes are being contemplated? Or violations of the Constitution? Or actions that contravene the UCMJ? Hegseth’s saying this like it’s a bad thing.

And on the health front, Texas is currently experiencing an outbreak of measles—a disease that was eradicated in the last century by vaccines—and an (unvaccinated) child has died.

Well—there’s more, there’s more, but I’ve hit my limit.

There were a few bright spots, though. GOP congressmorons—the ones who actually faced their constituents (many are flat-out hiding)—were besieged by Republican voters who were not having their “hey—Dear Leader has it in hand” spin. They were heckled and booed—by White people—and they returned to DC visibly shaken. Not enough to risk crossing either Klepto or Elno, but enough to consider what other career choices they might make.    

On Tuesday, 21 employees of the carbuncle DOGE outfit—who were subsumed earlier this year from the US Digital Service—resigned en masse because they refused to be part of activities that made a mockery of their oath to protect and defend the Constitution. This is the first time, to my knowledge, that regular worker bees have taken this step; there have been SIS-level resignations, but for these people, quitting your job in this kind of on-the-edge economy carries financial consequences, and God bless every one of them for taking a stand and telling the brochachos to get stuffed.

The second ray of hope came on Monday, as hundreds of employees of the Housing and Urban Development Department returned (as per Klepto mandate) to their headquarters in the District, to find that every TV monitor on every floor of the building was playing a video:

Yes, it’s an AI depiction of the Kleptocrat sucking Elno’s toe, to the latter’s audible enjoyment, with "Long Live the Real King" overlaid. We know it’s AI not because Klepto is sucking off Elno; obvs that’s just fact. It’s AI because Elno has two left feet.

(Although, well—maybe he actually does? Has anyone seen him barefoot? Can you verify?)

Anyway—if generating that video weren’t hysterical enough, it gets better. Apparently no one could figure out how to turn off the video, which was on loop, so someone had to go to every floor and unplug each monitor to stop the breakfast show.

So, today’s earworm is from 1975, the Isley Brothers singing “Fight the Power”. Because—as overwhelming as this flood of dangerous bullshit we’ve had dumped on us since 20 January is, we are not without power. We can show up. We can speak up. We can stand up.


 

©2025 Bas Bleu

 

Thursday, February 27, 2025

PSA

I think we here in the District They Call Columbia are in what’s known as the Spring of Deception:

Which means that we could shift rapidly from yesterday’s temperatures in the 60s to blizzards next week.

So, I want to remind everyone: do not be this schmuck:

 

©2025 Bas Bleu

 

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Customer feedback

You may not be aware of this, but it turns out that neither foxes nor squirrels like chickpeas.

Clearly, birds don’t, either, as that plate sat out there all day Monday.

Since I agree with them (ergo them being out on the patio in the first place), I really can’t fault them on this.

 

©2025 Bas Bleu

 

Tuesday, February 25, 2025

Promote the general welfare

This absolutely infuriates me.

No—not someone sleeping rough. (That the richest country in the world can't provide shelter for all is a different outrage.) The bastards who installed metal dividers in the benches with the backs with the sole purpose of preventing homeless people lying down.

This is on Fairfax County property, so they’re responsible. But I’ve seen the same benches in the Wiehle-Reston East Metro station, operated by WMATA.

We are a cruel and withered society.

 

©2025 Bas Bleu

 

Monday, February 24, 2025

Gratitude Monday: a goal & progress

Okay, I confess that my approach to tax filing information is…less than optimally orderly.

Which is to say—my collection of necessary documents is a rabbit warren of paper copies that need to be scanned and digital things that I’ve downloaded from various sites plus email attachments. This is admittedly stressful, and it’s completely self-inflicted.

But—given that this past December I couldn’t even get it together for holiday presents (which I have, but I just haven’t, you know, wrapped and given)—I’m taking the fact that my goal is to have it all uploaded to my accountant’s (rather crappy portal) by the end of this week as an admirable aspiration and a hella forcing function.

Also—yesterday I was rooting around in the file box with a collection of documents and found—mirabile dictu!—the 1099 from the Virginia Employment Commission, which means (I hope) I’ll never have to interact with them again.

Major gratitude.

 

©2025 Bas Bleu

 


Friday, February 21, 2025

There are no neutrals here

It’s been another week in kakistocracy hell, hasn’t it? Since Pillsbury Spock announced that he’s sending SpaceX engineers in to “fix” the FAA’s systems (including air traffic control), we’ve had two incidents (one in Toronto, one in Arizona). No one’s disputing the need to upgrade a system that was built in the last century, but the notion that a pod of spotty-faced brochachos can swarm in, survey a complex amalgamation of dependencies programmed in COBOL for mainframes and hawk up a “solution” in a week is risible.

Especially ones from SpaceX, a company whose rocket launches more often end up in a fireball than orbit.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of federal workers in dozens of agencies across the country (including—kaching—the FAA!) have received termination notices via the electronic equivalent of scratchings on a cocktail napkin. You’re out, turn in your badge and laptop, take your crap; you have an hour. (No, I am not making that last bit up.) No further information, no process. No legality, actually.

This means that the work these people were doing was halted suddenly, little to no chance of a handoff, so…there it sits. If they were managing a contract or responding to a citizen’s inquiry, well, obviously the Muskrats decided that they were superfluous to requirements so all the contractor or the citizen will get is bounced emails and a phone that rings but is never answered.

Yay.

So today’s earworm is “Which Side Are You On?”, a union song written in 1931 by Florence Reece, activist wife of a United Mine Workers organizer in Harlan County, Ky. The union was locked in a fight against mine owners, who used every tool in their box, including intimidation by the local sheriff. After her home was raided by deputies one night looking for her husband, Reece sat down and wrote this, which has been a union anthem ever since.

You can find plenty of recordings of Pete Seeger, God rest him, singing this, quite militant versions. But I’m giving you Natalie Merchant, because it’s more reflective. This is a time for everyone in this country to decide which side to take. Think about it.


 

©2025 Bas Bleu

 

Thursday, February 20, 2025

Killing it

I don’t know what specifically prompted me to put I You We Them - Journeys beyond Evil: The Desk Killers in History and Today on hold at the library. The typical process is I’m reading about something that references a source, so if I want more information, I check the Fairfax County system to see if they have it. Could be a book review, could be a tweet, I just put it in the system and pick it up when it’s ready.

Some books take a while, of course—especially if there’s been a book review in WaPo; by the time I hit the catalog, I’m number 347 in the queue. So when I finally get the “it’s here” notice, I’ve forgotten when/why I put it on hold.

That wasn’t the case with this one; I think it might have been a few days between my request and receiving the ready notice. I was delayed for a few days because I wanted to finish Book and Dagger (about academics’ roles in the OSS during World War II) before I launched I You We Them. So when I squeaked into the local branch one day before the hold expired this week, it was a surprise to see this was waiting for me:

All I knew about it was the title and the subject matter, which is “desk killers”. It’s a term (translated from the German Shreibtischtächter) that came up in the wake of Luigi Mangione shooting Brian Thompson, CEO of United Healthcare in December. The term was initially applied to Nazi bureaucrats and other white collar workers who made the genocide machine run so efficiently, but there have been arguments that we have plenty of desk killers working in enterprises ranging from pharma to oil to auto manufacturers to insurance companies.

Well—let me just say that I was somewhat nonplussed to find something more than 1000 pages long and weighing 1.25kg.

And that it’s only Volume I.

(Imma be a while.)

 

 

©2025 Bas Bleu

 

Wednesday, February 19, 2025

Liquid assets

Okay—I found this in my refrigerator:

Can’t decide whether to make meringues and lemon curd or sell them and pay off my mortgage.

 

 

©2025 Bas Bleu

Tuesday, February 18, 2025

Fine dining

Last Monday afternoon I wasn’t really hungry enough to make dinner, so I got a club sandwich from the local Silver Diner. They add mozzarella cheese and ham to the standard turkey, tomato, bacon and lettuce. When I’m in the restaurant, I just tell them to hold the ham, but I figured since I was taking it out, I could just pick it off the sandwich and give it to Foxy.

I gave him one bit that night, along with a handful of the fries that came with the sandwich. (I never give him enough to constitute a meal; just snacks.) Tuesday I put one bit out early in the evening, which got covered with snow. I wasn’t sure whether he’d already been by, or whether he’d be able to find the snack under the snow, so I put out the last bit in a covered area, along with another handful of fries.

Wednesday morning, here’s what I saw:


(Yes, he got the bit under the snow, too.)

It made me so happy.

 

©2025 Bas Bleu

 

Monday, February 17, 2025

Gratitude Monday: looking for it

We had a bit of a rough week last week, what with the Elno fuckery at home and JD Vance waving the administration’s willie around at the Munich Security Conference (and then fist bumping German neo-Nazis just to rub it in).

So today I’m just focusing on the knowledge that no matter what’s going on in this human-caused hellscape, there’s always something beautiful. I can be grateful for that.


 

©2025 Bas Bleu