People keep wondering how far Trump will have to go before his supporters have had enough. And I think the answer is never. Trump’s supporters support him because he’s a violent criminal who supports other violent criminals. Of course racism is part of it. But they also support him because he assaults women. So there is no too racist, too violent, too criminal.

There once was a thread from Nantucket,
Whose dick was so long it could suck it.
Wait, threads don’t have a penis
Oh, well, I mean this:
This poem’s off the rails, so fuck it.

It’s good to be back in Seattle. I’ve been back a few days, but I’m still pretty exhausted.

It was great to see my family. I told my cousin that I would link to his Shopify store for all of your President Baby Hands needs.

I quite enjoyed DC. Thanks for the suggestions and such. I took the train up to New Hampshire yesterday. It’s pretty convenient if you have family to pick you up.

I live in the airport now. My flight was cancelled, but I didn’t realize it until I was already here. So now I have several hours here.

I hope all your candidates won. Congrats if they did, and commiserations if they didn’t. And mmmmmmm if they’re still too close to call.

I’m going on vacation pretty soon. So my production of nonsense will sink even more. Anyone have any idea what to do in DC or rural New Hampshire?

I mentioned a while ago that I’m slowly rereading Kurt Vonnegut’s works. It has mostly held up, but it’s more of its time than I remember. And more sexist.

That said, I am still enjoying it. I picked up Hocus Pocus from the library the other day, and I known that I read it as a teenager, but I don’t remember anything beyond the format and one joke.

Last night after Drinking Liberally, there was a car idling in the bus stop. Nobody in it. The bus was a bit later than On Bus Away said it would be, so it was there for at least 5 minutes.

A small part of me thinks that I should have stolen it and driven home. I mean it’s a public service removing it from the bus stop, and I get home sooner. I realize that there are some moral and societal downsides to car theft, so I waited for the bus.

Also the Senate Republicans hate you and want you to die without health care.

It’s too fucking hot. I couldn’t sleep last night. I was just a ball of sweat. It’s the first time as a Seattleite that I’ve considered getting AC. And fuck how hot it’s going to be this week.

It finally happened. I was at the Columbia City Farmers Market and I decided that I didn’t need any Rainier Cherries. Thus concludes the saga for another year.

Although, writing this, now I’m kind of hungry for some. Maybe I’ll pick some up after work.

Seattle, I love you so so so much, but you have to learn how to jay walk. There seem to be 2 groups of pedestrians. First people who don’t jay walk at all. Fine whatever.

The other group is too fearless. I know that pedestrians have the right of way, but if you cause a driver to hit the breaks, you’re jay walking wrong.

I haven’t filled out my ballot yet, but I realized that I’m not voting for any guys in the mayor or City Council races. What a time to live.

Happy Bastille Day. I can’t find my pocket knife or my pike, so I don’t know if I can celebrate it properly this year. (PS, the French Revolution is odd)

Am I in Hell? I think I’m on the bus home from Drinking Liberally, but perhaps my ring of Hell smells of stale fries and the soundtrack is off key versions of whistled patriotic songs. If this posts, I was not in Hell.