Enjoy your oligarchy!

Dita can't come to the Den right now, she is drinking glögg, eating cookies and watching cheesy Christmas movies for the next four years.

Okay! See you all in November 2028. And to the WASP guys in ties and their tech billionaire buddies: Try not to turn the climate crisis into climate chaos, half the population into second-class citizens, the country into your personal piggy bank, and democracy into a thing of the past.

(Not holding my breath for four years on those, that's for sure.)

[My sons, over the past few days: "They elected a criminal? That's not a serious country, that's a meme factory." "And people wonder why young adults don't want children. Who wants kids in a world that works like this." "Mom, are you crying?" I was. For a second I was. But I'm with Margaret Atwood, despair is not an option. Despair is paralyzing and exactly what those gloating in glee wish the rest of us to feel: defeat, defeated. Well fuck that shit. Not today, mister. Not ever, sister.]

❤️ like there's no tomorrow, 🗳️ like there is

Ask not whether a true American patriot could ever be called a fascist, ask whether someone who expects a cult-like following, mixes business interests with national interests, someone who threatens fellow citizens, political opponents and journalists with violence, and admires tyrants and oppressors, could ever be called a true American, let alone a patriot.

In the dark times / Will there also be singing?

Harmonic Halloween, sweetie darlings! Wanna play Spot the Classic Horror Homage?

 

Hunting high and low

How's your week been, sweetie darlings? I've been a bit under the weather; there's no shortage of viruses to choose from right now. But. Friday! Frankenstein Friday!! Or so I hear, so why don't we kick off the weekend and say goodbye to this under-the-weather workweek with a topical tune, because I found a catchy one. What's it about? Death-defying love, dearest denizens, a woman inspired by Victor Frankenstein to stop waiting for the right guy to come along and start going about making one.🖤

 

More. Of everything.

Temperature: 10/50 degrees. October started off cool, got warmer, warmer still when the remnants of Kirk blew in, then cool again, soon warmer again, so who knows what winter will look like.

Eating: my version of a salade niçoise.

Drinking: Blossa’s annual glögg sometime soon. Because there’s whisky in it, I hear. And…algae? In glögg. O-kaaay.

Listening: to Trump speak of immigrants, the queer community, and non-Europeans as less than human. Who speaks of migrants in a dehumanizing way? A xenophobe. Who speaks of other minorities in derogatory terms? A bigot. Who speaks of races and in a denigrating fashion? A racist. And this is the man you’d have lead your country? O-kaaay. Sounds like a man for every man, maybe even some women, so long as you are white, straight and Christian. (Although what sort of Christian spouts that much hatred and division I’m sure I don’t know.) You do know who got there first, right? Happy Native American Day!

Watching: The Summer Book as soon as it releases. What? January?! Nooooo!!!

Reading: picks for Halloween? This will give you the heebie-jeebies. How is capitalism, the demand for constant growth and consumption, compatible with our crumbling habitats? It isn’t. Tell that to Ultrarich Inc. consolidating wealth and power at a pace that will be the end of us, including them. For supposedly smart people they don’t seem particularly wise.

Writing: to tell you that space colonies won’t save those rich enough to reach them. Mounting evidence suggests that space travel severely harms the human body.

Thinking: we’re screwed, aren’t we, and in no hurry to course-correct. After thirty years of agreeing to curb emissions, emissions have gone up by seventy percent. Humans have spent but an eyeblink on this planet and we’re already running out of road.

Feeling: When not an instrument in service of aid, cooperation, common good, sustainable development and innovation, money ruins everything.