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Not The Reaction He Was Expecting
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Morning Coffee Beats
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Friday Pavlovitz
This mess we’re in? It has nothing to do with politics.
The current President is a court-adjudicated rapist who recently paid nearly 6 million dollars in damages for sexual assault and defamation.
His name appears tens of thousands of times in the Epstein Files, and he has been credibly accused by dozens of women of sexual assault and harassment.
He is a 34-count felon, indicted four separate times, with 88 charges, ranging from fraud to election interference.
The only reason he is not in prison right now is that he has assumed the Presidency and marshalled the vast resources of the office to pervert our judicial and legal processes.
Despite all of this, we still have family members, friends, former friends, and neighbors who would vote for him again right now.
In what universe, in what iteration of this nation over the last 250 years, would a being this bereft of human decency have been tolerated in office, let alone passionately embraced?
In what political movement would rape and treason not be dealbreakers?
The answer is none.
This isn’t a political fracture.
I wish it were, though, as that would be relatively easy to navigate.
We are not a nation, as we’ve often thought, simply positioned on either side of the aisle working to craft reasonable, good-faith compromise somewhere in the humane middle. Sadly, that ship left the port a long time ago.
We aren’t even contending with a blind political tribalism that sees party over country, as the GOP of a decade ago has long since been rendered unrecognizable, abandoning its calls for a limited Government in exchange for unabashed authoritarianism.
The prevailing narrative of the last decade is that America has been fractured by political ideologies, bunkered down in disagreement on what path will most serve the common good. This is a dangerous fiction we need to discard once and for all.
The dividing lines in America have nothing to do with party affiliation anymore.
Just open up your phone, eavesdrop at the checkout line, or talk to your neighbor, and you’ll see the lines along which we now find ourselves:
One side celebrates innocent people being assassinated in front of their children, without due process.
One side rejoices in strangers going without food or medical care or housing, without knowing a single one of their stories.
One side applauds the bombing of foreign school children and the destruction of entire populations.
One side blindly despises other people for their gender identity, despite it having no impact on their lives whatsoever.
One side reduces an entire population to terrorists and drug dealers to justify their swift eradication.
One side conflates whiteness with righteousness.
One side defends the protection of pedophiles.
One side steadfastly worships a felonious, treasonous rapist.
And none of this is about politics; it’s about when faced with the suffering and injustice in our path, whether we will default to compassion or to cruelty.
America’s present divide reveals the orientation of hearts as we move through the world, the story we tell ourselves about other people, and what we want our lives to be marked by.
Will we be bleeding-heart empaths who err on the side of love toward all our neighbors, or callous, f your feelings sociopaths who rejoice in the pain of others because we’ve dehumanized them to the point that their lives are worthless to us?
Will we see empathy as our highest calling as human beings, or as a character flaw needing to be discarded?
One of the greatest lies we’re asked to accept as gospel is that all opinions are valid, that every position is somehow equally worthy of merit and deserving of consideration. We’re often led to believe that in every situation where an impasse is reached, the most humane response is to “agree to disagree”.
Of course, we can disagree on all sorts of issues without that disagreement being a , but there are some things that, as people of faith, morality, and conscience, we simply will not allow—and these things transcend politics.
The days ahead are going to require us to dig beneath the surface skirmishes and into the bedrock of what’s really happening here so that we don’t waste a second fighting fruitless battles that miss the point entirely.
Refuse to be gaslit and guilted for allowing “politics” to get in the way of your relationships because that’s not what’s happening here. This is an effort by people around us to sidestep conversations that call them to accountability for their beliefs, choices, and alignments.
It’s time we stopped pretending that our current national crisis is political, as that only serves to distract us from the far more worrisome truth that we need to reckon with:
We’re not politically divided; we are morally fractured.
We are not fighting legislative battles but a war to stay human or abandon our humanity altogether.
No election result will change that.
No power balance in Congress will remedy it.
No dictator’s expulsion will heal the brokenness of the people around us.
The question is, what will?
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Obviously I’m Not The Only One Who Feels This Way Sometimes
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What A Great Way To Start The Day!
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365 Days Of UNF: July 17th
Get That Thing Down My Throat!
Hungry Hungry Hippos
Only 4 Million? I Could Live There…For A Hot Second! 🤣
@architecturaldetective: On the Market: Former Sunday School, Rectory, and Art Club transformed into a Single Family Home in LA’s Windsor Village Historic District.
Constructed in 1922, today’s home has enjoyed a long and illustrious life as a staple of the Mid Wilshire neighborhood community, first serving as the Sunday school and rectory for the Wilshire United Methodist Church before being purchased by the Ruskin Art Club in 1926 to serve as their club house. While under the stewardship of the Ruskin Art Club, the residence would host arts programming for their membership and “support writers, artists, musicians, architects, and thinkers who espouse Ruskin’s values in Southern California” before selling the property in 2014.
Following the property’s sale, the club house would be reimagined as a single family home by architect Scott Lander. Originally designed by architect Frank Meline, the residence combines the Mission Revival and Spanish Colonial Revival styles, serving as an excellent example of the transition from the earlier Mission Revival to the Spanish Colonial Revival style.
The home is built around a central courtyard, with the interior spaces including a large living room, sunroom, dining room, and a thoughtfully remodeled kitchen. In addition to these public spaces, the home includes 4 bedrooms and baths and a total of three fireplaces, with two boasting Batchelder tiles.
800 S Plymouth Boulevard, a 4 bedroom, 4 bath, 3,421 square foot home located on a 15,033 square foot lot, is listed for $3,995,000.
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Tonight’s Tunes
Proof Of Life
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If It Were Phoenix, It’d Be Some Real Inception Level Shit…
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Rest in Power
A prolific actor, but sadly I shall forever remember Mr. Neill for only three roles: Dr. Alan Grant in Jurassic Park, Wier in Event Horizon, and Captain Borodin in The Hunt For Red October.
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Fun Fact
Now it’s immediately turned into a meme that’s shared, laughed at, and then ultimately forgotten in 72 hours.
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“It Is Not A Moral Reset Button”
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ReRe Has Really Outdone Himself This Time
This guy puts vintage stuff up for sale with the most outrageous prices. When I was looking for a tuner a few months back, the model I was looking at was typically going for less than $100. He had one listed for $1200—about five times what it sold for when it was new.
So yeah, I have only one explanation for his prices:
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Where Is Your God Emperor Now?
I was driving home this afternoon after picking up the doggos from day care, and on the corner of 7th Avenue & Osborn there was a panhandler wearing a red MAGA cap. You’ll have to take my word for it. Traffic was moving so I couldn’t snap a photo.
I mean, cognitive dissonance anyone?
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Damn…
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Once Again, John Pavlovitz Nails It
To Our Loved Ones,
To Our Grandparents, Parents, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins, and Older Siblings,
We’re aware of what you think of us, either because you’ve told us during explosive, room-clearing conversations, over terse Cold War text exchanges, or in second-hand words passed through the people who now serve as the sole intermediaries between us.
You believe that we’re lost.
You believe we’ve changed.
You think we’ve become radicalized.
You think we’ve abandoned our faith, our families, and our nation, and you’re disappointed with us.
And we need you to know that you’re largely responsible.
Much of this is your fault.
You say that we’ve changed, and we have: we’ve become the people you taught us to become when we were growing up.
people who are deeply offended by inequity,
people who look out for the underdog,
people who grieve the suffering of others,
people who find the beauty in the diversity around us,
people who want others to have enough,
people who are aware of how fortunate we are to live here,
people trying to love our neighbors as ourselves,
people who detest liars, predators, and con men,
people who abhor bullies and bigots and braggarts,
And the people that we’ve become, in large part because of the wisdom and compassion you poured into us as children, can’t fathom, as adults, how you’ve voted for Donald Trump three times and how you still support him now.
It would have been unthinkable to those younger versions of us (and the younger version of you, for that matter), that you would have embraced this man: his cruelty, his depravity, his petty, vengeful, unloving heart.
That’s not the way you raised us, and so whatever issues you have with us now, you need to understand:
You made us this way.
You have radicalized us into loving, compassionate human beings, and we can’t fathom how that can be a problem for you.
We’re really proud of the people we are today, and grateful for the time you spent with us; the lessons you taught us about seeing all people as inherently valuable,
about being a person of your word,
about telling the truth even when it’s costly,
about admitting your mistakes,
about taking responsibility for your actions,
about valuing people over money,
about how we treat people, being what defines us,
We were paying attention in history class.
We were paying attention in Sunday School.
We were paying attention around the dinner table.
We were listening.
We believed you.
We did what you told us to do and became who you told us to become—and so now we care about the world, and we despise evil, and we live open-hearted and open-handed.
And that’s why we’ve found ourselves standing here wondering how you’ve become people we no longer recognize, how you’ve embraced the embodiment of the ugliness you warned us to avoid, how you stopped taking your own advice somewhere along the way.
You say that you only support the party or the policies and not the man—but we remember you telling us that we are known by the company we keep, that the ends don’t always justify the means, and that we can’t gain the world (or a Supreme Court seat) and lose our souls. Back then, you wouldn’t have tolerated those flimsy excuses for aligning with someone horrible, and we won’t tolerate them from you now.
As children, we looked up to you, and that part of us will continue to love you dearly and be grateful to you.
But as adults, we now see you eye to eye, and we grieve the loss of the people we imagined you were when you were teaching us how to be good human beings.
By continuing to support this man, you have gone against everything you told us was important growing up: decency, honesty, fairness, maturity, and empathy.
Either you were lying then, or you’re wrong now.
Which one is it?
The children we were and the adults we’ve become both want to know.
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Grandpa Sundowner Is Having A Moment. Again.
I ain’t reading all that. I’m happy for u tho. Or sorry that happened.
— Aaron Rupar (@atrupar.com) July 11, 2026 at 12:23 PM
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(The comments on the Aaron Rupar Bluesky post are comedy/snark gold!)
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This Is Sorcery!
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Quote Of The Day
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365 Days Of UNF: July 16th
I Could Live There
I rather like this one.
This is one plan I’ve seen where the Maid’s Room actually makes sense. Downstairs, I’d move the wall between the Maid’s Room and the Dining Room about a foot further into the Dining Room, adding a little extra space to the Maid’s Room because that 8-foot dimension is a very tight fit.. With it’s own semi-private entrance, that room could serve today as an in-home office or a bedroom for a (trusted) teenager or young adult returned home. I’d also punch a doorway between that back porch and the Dining Room and ditch the basement/stairs and tuck a half bath under the stairs.
Upstairs, there’s more than enough room for two full bathrooms, even if both aren’t en-suites. There’s no need for a single Jack-and-Jill bathroom to be shared between the two bedrooms..
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New Forms
Extra Fabulous
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Afternoon Dance Party
Disco Discharge – European Connection (2010)
I had never heard this track before (weird, I know, right?) but I absolutely love it. It plays me.
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Back Home
I was discharged yesterday afternoon. While I was in the hospital they fitted a mid-line so I can continue the intravenous antibiotics at home. Apprently a particularly nasty bacteria has taken up residence in my lungs and has now officially been served with an eviction notice. It was ignored, so the sheriff has been called to remove the bastard.
The IV routine isn’t all that difficult; certainly no more difficult than any of the other medical adventures I’ve gone through since 2004. It’s just very time consuming. (The pharmacy that’s supplying the medication did not have the 200 mg dose available that was requested so they provided two 100 mg doses each, effectively doubling the infusion time. ) Still, it’s better than being stuck in the hospital for the next five days.
And though there’s no proven correlation, I can’t help but think that these recurring pneumonias are related to the cellulitis-like skin rash I’ve been fighting for the same length of time. All this time I’ve been referring to it as “Keytruda Rash” but it may in fact be caused by the same bacteria that’s squatting in my lungs. Keytruda didn’t cause these maladies; but it sure as heck opened the door to the bugs via the compromised immune system it is responsible for.
It will be interesting to see if the rash clears up more quickly than it had been with this new therapy. If it does, then I would say that confirms my hypothesis.
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