We Need To Talk About The Nazi, Plus,

I went for a walk etc., plus,

All a blur except that one thing (Photo credit Weldon Berger)

We Need To Talk About The Nazi

Right-wing extremists embrace right-wing extremist’s gesture. Who can say. I’m a goldfish. Did I mention I’m a goldfish? No wait, I’m a reporter. Goldfish. Reporter.

It’s in the Business section? Okay den.

The story mentions the Anti-Defamation League coming to Musk’s defense by describing the Nazi salute as “an awkward gesture.” I mean, sure, in the political sense, but it’s still a Nazi salute; an awkward gesture that you can tell he practiced in the mirror a hundred times.

The great Eli Valley has thoughts about the ADL’s statement.

You can find Eli’s work at JewishCurrents and at his own website.

Oh, right: Stephen Miller. Stephen Miller got his teeth fixed and his dome polished and took a master’s course in not eating live prey on teevee, but he’s Nazi-adjacent. Fingers in every foul pie. And yes, I know he’s Jewish but he’s not all that fond of Jews.

Art credit to somebody at the SPLC

Oh right, I forgot: NBC edited, and not subtly, Elon’s awkward gesture/Nazi salute out of the footage they posted to BlueSky and elsewhere. Can’t count on none of these motherfuckers.

Nazi Nazi Nazi. Oi Oi Oi Oi.

I’ve Been For A Walk On A Winter’s Day, Again

The rain came a little bit after I got home. An actual winter’s day here in the current capitol city of the westernmost coast; temperature about 68°F with a slight breeze, and an off-and-on rain. The walk felt quicker than the first one on Monday, but I think it was just harder.

I mention it because walks are supposed to be like the s-ketamine treatments in that they turn the brain off for a while and just float me on the music (but without the hallucinations). The gears were nevertheless grinding, so I switched to the ketamine playlist after a bit. Had time to listen to the first three songs before I got home: Funkadelic’s “Maggot Brain;” Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb” live; and Bill Frisell’s “My Buffalo Girl.” Did the trick. Could do it for you, too! but I think it might be site-specific.

Anyway, I made it.

I want to recommend some persons

I’ve been reading Roy Edroso since he had a column at The Village Voice, before it got Soprano’d. You can subscribe for free, or not subscribe at all, but unlike my joint, the paywall actually matters. Which is fine, because he’s the hardest working man in show business.

Judd Legum is another one of those tireless people who constantly documents horrible shit—intermingled with good shit so don’t avoid him on the former count—without overtly succumbing to despair. He’s an actual reporter, too, not like a lot of people out there, present company generally included.

Carl Beijer is, I think it’s fair to say, a political theorist who spares no one, e.g., this piece on evil billionaires and warm and fuzzy ones.

Music

All this stuff is new to me, and I don’t have any strong feelings about any of it except Coffin Prick is a great name, but some of it might appeal to your neighborhood ornithologists.

Poppy Jean Crawford, The Takeover (“The Takeover”); Coffin Prick, Laughing (“Laughing”); Sarah Grace White, Sinkhole (“Sinkhole”); Maxim Ludwig, There Go I (“This Manic Moment”); Camp Saint Helene, Of Earth and Its Timely Delights (“Lavender by Night” live).

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Take care; be well