Why did I have to look this up?
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The Spittler
(Sound on)
So long Twitter, and thanks for all the fish
The single most disappointing aspect of my experience using Twitter was wanting to discuss ideas with folks and realizing nothing short of a kick-ass dog pic or a shot of their unboxed book would yield acknowledgement.
Thinking about a Trump 2024 presidential run is kinda fun. Be kinda interesting to watch a race that had ended 4 years and 6 months prior to election day.
Luna and Blue with their tribute to the late, great John Lewis. Just a little bit of that good trouble.
Today, the breading was the good stuff.
Apparently, this how I am feeling about folks asking me to feed money into politics.
Super pumped…
Feels about time to update some media monikers that have outgrown themselves.
Main Stream Media ➞ Classical Main Stream Media
Social Media ➞ Business Casual Media
Pilling the savagely unpillable dog. (better with sound)
I mean …
On Political Cycles
This is a unique inflection point. The weight of this moment makes my bones feel heavier than I remember. Last November … hell … all throughout 2020 … we the people demanded our voice be heard and our will respected. When our legislators stop working for us their concept of civil service must be corrected.
Democracy requires participation.
On Discrepant World-views and Problem Solving Efficacy (or On Dragons)
I have always been fascinated by the common thread stretched about humanity that links up our narratives. The similitude with which humanity engineers itself by independent means.
On What Is Easier
Being on the edge of my seat wondering whether (never even having been in a real fight) I was about to take the two tasers, the two axes, the two machetes, and the mallet (that drove those chain link fence posts into the soil on the San Diego County property we owned for six months), drive to DC, find a place to stay, take a breath, crack the laptop, and find out whether A Brilliant Mind could plan the perfect murder of the fascist coup instigating tyrant Thomas Payne told us was to fertilize that f$&king tree.
On Perpetual Tribalism
I just can’t get over what people think a large sign that says cancel Jim Jordan could accomplish. Just feels like, if you (eye rolly voice) haaave to throw your money into paint, one might compose something that at least holds a point. But really, f$&k billboards.
The fact of it is the billboards, the videos. You either didn’t need the negative sell, it was to make you feel powerful … or congrats you just convinced someone to dig in another two years on account of your self-righteousness.
With each new month, folks will have forgotten a little more. When enough time has passed without persuasion, well done, by not pressing our advantage you have managed to rehydrate a career that was ready to be crumpled and tossed.
On Gotchas
If you are gonna do gotchas, bring some talent and creativity to it, like whoever is responsible for the gotcha below.
Art. Creativity. These, together, once released into the wild, seed the landscape upon which they are planted.
I just realized, Trevor Noah, that the problem we seem to have is everyone trying to do your job and nobody trying to give you less material.
Playing in the Band
♫ Some folks trust to reeasonn ♫ Ootherrs trust to miight ♫ I don’t trust to noothin’ ♫ But I knnoow it come out riight ♫ Some folks look for aansweers ♫ Oothers look for fiights ♫ I can tell your fuuturre ♫ Juust loook what’s in your hhannd Excerpts from: When you break something this badly … pause for a second before putting it back together … to appreciate that you needn’t scramble trying to get things back just as the were … you can put the pieces back anyway you like … you can even make something new.
♫ Now, I doon’t knooww
♫ But I been tollddd
♫ It’s hardd to runn
♫ With the weightght of golldd
♫ Otherr handd,
♫ I have heard it saiiddd
♫ It’s jussttt as harrdd
♫ With the weightght of leaddddddd♫ Onneee waaayy or another
♫ Onneee waaayy or another
♫ Onneee waaayy or another
♫ This darknesss got to givvee♫ Now, I doon’t knooww
♫ But I been tollddd
♫ If the horrse doon’ pull
♫ You got ta carrry the looad
♫ I don’t knooww
♫ Whoose baack’s that stroongg
♫ Mayybe finnd outt
♫ Beeforre to looooooonngg♫ Pleease don’t dominaate
♫ The raap, Jack
♫ If you got nothin’ neeww to saayyI wonder what problems, Neil deGrasse Tyson, could be solved … if intelligent people decided one day to start treating Twitter like a resource … rather than like a captive audience.
On Raging Bulls
Loving your Trump+ routine, Lindsey. You go get yourself that Trump 2022 base. Okay, hold on, are all y’all at MSNBC rope-a-doping Lindsey? Better let me know now, if so, before someone finally gets around to showing Mr. Graham the future I have chosen to write for him.
On Moving the Needle
I wonder what it will be like for things to get better after being arguably as bad as they have ever been.
I wonder how all those falsehoods will play after things start to get better.
I wonder how many full fledged COVID deniers will finally encounter this deadly pandemic.
I wonder if red states will continue to suffer needlessly under Trumpian COVID policies.
I wonder what the recovering blue states will look like from those red states.
I wonder how those red state constituents will feel when their jobs come back.
When they aren’t so frightened.
When their families feel safe.
When they feel that their families are safe.
I wonder who the ratings leader is among cable news networks.
Wait … who used to be the leader?
Okay … but for how long? Really?
I wonder what changed.
On F$&king Up Careers
Can anyone guess the best way to derail a career in journalism?
Wait until after your pick up your English degree (minoring in Mass Communications ‘cause you were at the best damn journalism school one could hope for after all and just not showing up to class Freshman year at Georgia Tech, and initializing your collegiate transcript with a whopping 0.18 GPA, shouldn’t keep you out of Grady entirely)
Where was I … oh yeah … wait until after you graduate (the first time) to be diagnosed with dysthymia and ADHD.
Jason Cardwell
Creative nonfiction, art, poetry, apps, philosophy, music, wood work, knots, political culture critiques … some of the things I make.