Dementia Don

 

The man is in serious need of Alzheimer's care. That is all.

Steven Livingston Seagull

Steven Seagull, master of Bullshito, is my target of choice for mockery today. Buckle up, it's gonna be wild!...

Writers need to be paid, but dude, some of this makes poor budget sense

Look, I get it, I really do. Writers need money, just like everybody else does.

But on Substack, many MANY writers are asking for payment of $10+ per month to read their posts. $10. For one person's thoughts. Which may be posted daily, weekly, or once or twice a month...

The age of sagging...

I vaguely remember having perky titties...

All in all it's just another brick in the wall...

Or is it?

Anybody else notice Trump's "beautiful wall" hasn't been mentioned this time around? Just me?

Too many other distractions, like hiding his Epstein involvement. Gotta keep his visits to Pedo Fantasy Island under wraps. 

Let's have some fucking transparency, folks. I want to know exactly what Epstein and Trump DID. I want to know NOW.

This shit is NOT presidential

The President of the USA posted this AI garbage to Truth Social today.

This is all kinds of fucked up.

Time to remove this motherfucker from office.

It's on YOU, Old Yam Tits!

 

Siege by Bureaucracy: How Israel Is Weaponizing Starvation in Gaza

Now that I've calmed down a little and can write without screaming, here's a more clearly thought out piece on the foodless hellhole that Israel has turned Gaza into.

Israel’s blockade of Gaza has evolved from a military perimeter into a bureaucratic chokehold, systematically obstructing humanitarian aid and enforcing starvation as a method of warfare. Despite claims that aid is permitted, major international NGOs report that since March 2025, not a single truck of lifesaving supplies has entered Gaza under their coordination. Requests are denied under vague criteria, such as “unauthorized” status or alleged “delegitimization” of the Israeli state - a tactic that silences advocacy and censors humanitarian reporting.

Millions of dollars’ worth of food, medicine, and shelter supplies remain stranded in warehouses across Jordan and Egypt. Anera alone has $7 million in aid blocked, including 744 tons of rice (enough for six million meals) sitting in Ashdod, just kilometers from starving civilians. Hospitals are collapsing, children are dying from preventable illnesses, and aid workers themselves are going hungry.

The obstruction is not limited to land. In October 2025, Israel intercepted the Global Sumud Flotilla in international waters, detaining over 440 activists (including elected officials and humanitarian leaders) who attempted to deliver symbolic aid and challenge the blockade. Communications were jammed, livestreams disabled, and vessels boarded forcibly. The flotilla’s seizure sparked global condemnation, with leaders from South Africa, Colombia, Malaysia, and Ireland denouncing the operation as illegal and inhumane. Bibi's government claims there was no food or aid on the boats. More filthy lies and propaganda from a filthy government.

Deaths from starvation continue to rise. The International Court of Justice has issued legally binding measures ordering Israel to facilitate aid delivery. Yet the blockade persists, and the inspection regime remains opaque, arbitrary, and punitive. Refugees International reports that Israel’s conduct has created famine-like conditions and obstructed legitimate relief efforts, violating international humanitarian law.

This is not a logistical failure. It is a deliberate policy of enforced starvation, one that meets the legal threshold for genocide under the Rome Statute and has been recognized as such by the UN Independent International Commission of Inquiry. The targeting of civilians through deprivation, the denial of aid, and the destruction of critical infrastructure are not collateral damage. They are the strategy.

It's fucking GENOCIDE, and it is WRONG!

This little girl is Jana. She died last week in Gaza. She nearly died last summer, but was rescued and fed up, and then returned home during a cease fire. Then Israel blockaded the food and aid again. Jana got to starve a second time, this time to death.


If this were happening anywhere but in a Muslim nation, the entire world would be arming up and protecting the millions of children being starved to death...

Headache all day

 

It's been a rough day. Major headache that just will not end. I've taken Tylenol and Ibuprofen and spent a lot of time laying down in a dark room. None of it helped.

I don't know if this pain will let me sleep tonight.

This shit sucks.

They fucking own this shit

Republicans own both houses of Congress.

They own the Supreme Court.

They own the White House.

They damn well own this shut down.

But they blame it on the Democrats.

I bet when the Epstein files are actually released and they show that Trump was in that shit up to his bad combover, that will be the fault of the Democrats too.

I hate those fuckers, I really do.

Discovered a musician yesterday... he's amazing

I just love this man's music.

---

Heavy Foot, by Mon Rovia 

Do you hear the sound of a bell?

Did you wish your family well

Times ain’t the same in the neighbourhood

Got the parents all going through hell

Cause the guns keep flying off the self

[Verse 2]

Do you see the man on the street?

Just fighting for a meal to eat

You can write him off as a lunatic

But it could've been you or me

If we didn't ever find our feet

[Chorus]

Love me now

Hold me down

And the government's staying on heavy foot

And they try to keep us all down

No they're never gonna keep us all down

[Verse 3]

Do you see the birds in the cage?

On the highway working likе slaves

It's a con, it's a rouse, it's a gaslight

Ain't it funny, how fare wе've came

For them to go and change the name

---

Born in Liberia, adopted by Christian missionaries and taken from a war-torn country to the US, he began journaling and dealing with his survivor's guilt, then channeled it into incredible music. Here's a great interview.

Day of Atonement

 

I am not a Jew. I am not any religion. I am a dyed in the wool Atheist. But the Jewish tradition of making amends for the wrongs of the past year just rings a bell with me. With the Jewish holy day of Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, approaching tomorrow, I feel that I would like to share what my dear friend Adam posted today:

As Yom Kippur approaches... 

To those I have wronged in the past year (online and off), I ask your forgiveness.

To those I have helped, I wish I could have done more. 

To those I did not help when I had opportunity, I am truly sorry. 

To those who have helped me, I am deeply grateful.

And please, do not wish Jews a happy Yom Kippur. That is SO wrong.

You might as well wish a Christian a happy Good Friday, aren't you THRILLED your savior was tortured and killed on this day? 

It's not a day of happiness and celebration, it is a day of reflection and atonement and making right for wrongs you have done.

Wish a Jew an easy fast, or a peaceful holiday for Yom Kippur.

Da Besties

 

I'm the one on the left. Patti is on the right. I look demented, Patti looks stoned off her nut.

Best friends since 1976. We went through hell and high water together. We lost track of each other in 1982, when we were in our late teens. 

For 43 years we searched for each other, and had no luck. I found her on Facebook, but she never logged in to her account, so she never saw my messages. I was able to contact her little brother and ask him to tell her I was seeking her, but he took his own life right around that time, and she never got the message.

Finally I paid a people search company for data, and got what looked like it might be her address. I sent her a Christmas card, and she got it and wrote back. This was last Christmas, 2024.

Within days we were on the phone. A few months later, her boyfriend passed away and she had to move in a hurry. I told her to come out here to Texas from Florida, and she has been here since June now.

And you know? It's like no time at all has passed. We picked up right where we left off. Tighter than a nun's sphincter, bickering regularly, but always ALWAYS each other's number one.

I felt incomplete for 43 years. Now I have my family, my dogs, and my Patti. Life is good.

My favorite song right now

 

25 years AND my life and still

I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope

For a destination

I realised quickly when I knew I should

That the world was made FOR this

Brotherhood of man

For whatever that means

[Chorus:]

And So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed

JUST To get it all out what's in my head

AND I, I Am feeling a little peculiar

AND So I wake in the morning and I step

Outside AND I take deep breath

AND I get real high

And I scream from the top of my lungs

What's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

OOOH, OO! OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO

OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO

OOOH! OOO-AAH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO

OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO Whats up?

And I try, oh my God do I try

I try all the time

In this institution

And I pray, oh my God do I pray

I pray every single day

For a revolution

[Chorus:]

And So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed

JUST To get it all out what's in my head

AND I, I Am feeling a little peculiar

AND So I wake in the morning and I step Outside

AND I take deep breath

AND I get real high

And I scream from the top of my lungs

What's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

OOOH, OO! OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO

OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO-AHH-HAA

Power sleep

 

After being awake for 34 hours, I just slept for a solid 18.

And I'm STILL tired.

Man, this shit has to end.

Dogs now and before

Diesel, RIP

Cubby

Romeo (black) and Connor (brown)

Romeo and Connor

Murphy, RIP

Sweet Molly, RIP

Diesel (left) and Sid both RIP

D-O-G, also RIP

Maisie Mae, RIP

My sweet Lulu, RIP

Murphy again

Our current dogs are Connor, Cubby, Rocco, and Romeo. The rest shown here have all passed, and boy HOWDY are they missed.

For some reason, I cannot find a single picture of Rocco. I'll take one later today and upload it. :)

 

Concert Days

1975, Boston Music Hall, October 1 at 7:30 PM I was there in my pre-adolescent hormonal surge and plaid pants screaming so loud I couldn't hear a fucking note of music while five pretty boys from Scotland chanted S-A TUR-DAY NIGHT! 🙂 It was the absolute high point of my life at that time. The Bay City Rollers were all the rage, and I was madly in love with the lead guitar player, Eric Faulkner. He had these sleepy beagle eyes. Still does. The man is wildly handsome. He's the guy in the lower left corner of the above pic. Dreamy eyes, amirite? And here he is more recently. The man is 70 and still smokin' hot.

The concert lasted 45 minutes and one encore of a single song. I had no idea back then that we fans had been seriously short-changed. Every other concert I've been to in my sixty years on this planet, and there have been a LOT of concerts, lasted at least two hours. Bruce Springsteen, whom I have had the sheer joy of seeing live five times, never left the stage in less than three and a half hours, then would do a half hour encore. Bruce is the KING, man.

The next night, I was back at the Music Hall, back stage this time, with my Dad and sister, to see The Band. My Dad's best friend Howard was leading their brass section and got us the passes.

Little did I know then that I would grow to seriously LOVE The Band. At that time, I was unimpressed. They were not cute. Their music was not bouncy and bright. I was just there that night because my Dad made me go. If I'd had my druthers, I'd have been at home, watching Mary Tyler Moore and Bob Newhart. Eleven year olds are idiots. At least, I was.

It's been 25 years since my last concert. I'm not even sure who it was, but I wanna say it was either Santana or the Grateful Dead. It just got too hard on me physically to handle the concert scene any more.

I do miss those days. Man, we had some fun.

Argument with himself tonight - Love can be a real pain in the ass

I really hate it when we argue. We both have this ability to put a really sharp edge on our tongues. We don't say hateful things to each other, we just.. get snippy and sarcastic. And I hate it.

You would think after 21 years, we would manage not to feed off of each other's bad moods. Tonight it started with his bad mood, and I responded in kind, and next thing we knew, he's stomping to lay down on the couch, and I'm up for the rest of the night unable to sleep, so I rescheduled my doctor appointment which was later this after noon, for a week from now, because no way I'll be able to stay awake long enough to get to my 4PM appointment, but I'm not going to be able to sleep for hours yet.

We've already apologized to each other, and he's back in bed where he belongs. Our arguments never last more than 15 or 20 minutes. They flare up fast, and they die down fast. But man, they suck when they happen.

My old neighbor in California, Adeline, told me that in 42 years of marriage, she and her husband, Art, had NEVER argued or fought or even disagreed.

I wish I knew THAT trick.

I look at the life we have built, the kids we have raised, the many many MANY trials and joys we have weathered, and I know that even with the occasional spat, I would not trade this man for the world.

But earlier tonight, I would have gladly strangled him.

New wedding ring

I decided that since I had to replace my engagement ring with a smaller size, I should do the same with my wedding ring. My rings are sterling, and not at all expensive. My engagement ring cost me $19, and my current wedding ring was $8.

Current ring is very plain, a simple silver band. I decided I wanted something a little fancier, so I found a $10 sterling silver Celtic knot band on Amazon that I positively love. It arrives on Tuesday. The pic at top of this post is the new ring. 

And here's the engagement, in case you don't remember it. I think they'll look amazing together.

Could a truce really be happening?

I am cautiously optimistic that the woman I have been battling with for two months and I are reaching a peace. Check the post and comment thread.

https://acceptingpeopleforwhotheyare.blogspot.com/2025/09/my-response-to-bubblybackwashs-comment.html

If you actually READ the damn thing...

 

Ozempic is NOT for me!

I finally sorted out why I've felt so damn sick for the last four months. I figured this out tonight.

I've been getting headaches almost daily, some of them migraine. I've been dizzy and disoriented. And damn, have I been TIRED! I wake up after a ten hour sleep feeling fatigue into my BONES. Absolute exhaustion. 

Additionally, my abdomen has been a bit painful at times, my vision has been blurring now and then, I've been shaky, I've had a lot of nausea and constipation (which I THOUGHT was a gastroparesis flare, but now I'm thinking that my GP was triggered by what is going on), and incredible dry mouth.

Turns out ALL of that is a side effect of Ozempic. And I increased my Ozempic dose from .5mg to 1.0mg four months ago, and then this shit all started.

So it looks like Ozempic and my body just do not get along. I took my weekly dose this morning, but that's the last damn dose I'll ever be taking. And I need to talk my insurance company into letting me see a nutritionist to work out a healthy weight loss program. They've told me several times they don't pay for that. Fuckers. Maybe I can convince them, though.

I want my energy back.