Reblogging Michael Jochum: A Clarion Call from the Ruins of the Kennedy Center

A Clarion Call from the Ruins of the Kennedy Center

Artistic integrity will always rule over moral turpitude.

Always.

And that is precisely why the so-called “Trump Kennedy Center” now stands as one of the most grotesque acts of cultural vandalism in American history.

THE “TOLLWAY OF DOUBLETHINK" (Reblog: Robert Hawks)

I was walking this morning, turning over yesterday’s little political vaudeville act in my head, Donald Trump stepping out with great fanfare to announce that, in the spirit of lowering your Thanksgiving grocery bill, he’s rescinding tariffs on agricultural imports.

Touching, right? 

Reblogging Jim Heath - Republican Character Crisis

Jim Heath is an Emmy, AP, Ohio SPJ & Telly–winning journalist. CEO of HeathStory Media, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit. HEATHSTORY: Journalism fighting disinformation and defending truth.

In this article, he discusses the crumbling ethics and morality of the Republican party...

THE N-WORD

This is a reblog of an article written by my friend, David Hershey-Webb. David is an attorney in New York who fights for the rights of tenants. He's one of the finest and most intelligent and aware people I've ever known, and I have known him since I was 11 years old...

Reblog: Jeffries absolutely verbally SLAYS Lawler!

From Occupy Democrats, who gave blanket permission for this to be shared widely:

BREAKING: House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries VERBALLY DISMEMBERS a MAGA congressman for ambushing him in the hallway: "Did your boss, Donald Trump, give you permission?"

And he was just getting warmed up. This is exactly the kind of humiliation that these Republican cowards deserve...

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

Nanny Nanny Boo Boo

 

Stick your hand in doo-doo. 😁😁😁😁

Jesus has spoken. Put down the phone.

 

Quora Is a Troll Farm, Not a Forum

Quora is rotting from the inside out. Once a space for genuine questions and thoughtful answers, it’s now a cesspool of troll-bait, fake dilemmas, and performative idiocy designed to provoke outrage and harvest engagement.

Case in point: “I caught my 13-year-old daughter using pads for her period without my permission. What do I do now?”  

My reply was: "Are you fucking serious? What was she supposed to do? Bleed down her leg? Sit in a puddle of blood until Daddy grants her access to basic hygiene? No person with a functioning brain thinks anyone, of any age, needs permission to use sanitary products."

And this isn’t an isolated incident. Quora is flooded with these bait-posts: “My son came out as gay, should I kick him out?” “My wife gained weight, can I cheat?” “My daughter wants to wear pants, how do I stop her?” These aren’t real questions. They’re rage-farming algorithms disguised as discourse. They exist to piss people off, rack up comments, and keep the outrage machine churning.

Quora isn’t a knowledge base anymore. It’s a fucking troll farm with a search bar. And every time we engage, even to call out the bullshit, we feed it. So here’s the deal: I’ll keep calling it out, because I’m no longer pretending this platform deserves respect. It’s not a forum. It’s a landfill. And I’m here to name the trash.

Info for New Facebook Friends

I am posting this on my blog and linking it from my Facebook About section, because they do not show my pinned post (which is set to public) to people who are not on my friend list, for some reason. It's fucking ridiculous. If you are reading this, have a Facebook account, and would like to get to know me there, please read this, and if it doesn't send you screaming in the other direction, drop me an email at bubblybackwash@gmail.com and I'll peep your FB profile and probably add you.

What You’re Getting Into

I’m Jenn. Disabled, autistic, and stacked with enough diagnoses to make a med student cry. I’m a fierce LGBTQIA+ ally, a Mama Bear to my biological, adopted, and chosen kids, and if you mess with them, I will go full medieval on your ass.

This blog bitchslaps fascists, celebrates sexual freedom, and does not cater to minors or MAGA cultists. If you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, or just generally a bigoted pinecone, get the hell out. My people have survived enough.

I write what I feel, say what I think, and don’t give a damn if it offends you. The internet has a back button. Use it. I don’t care what your god, your president, or your pastor thinks. Love is love. Black lives matter. And the misogynist and racist asshole St. Paul can take a hike.

What I Don’t Tolerate

• MLM parasites and religious spam. Don’t pitch me your “Boss Babe” garbage or try to save my soul. I’m not buying your products and I’m not converting, keep it on your own page, and out of my PMs. Seriously. Spamming me with MLM shit or holy roller evangelism of any stripe is an immediate block.

• Comment drama. Take your petty fights elsewhere. This is my house, not your battleground.

• Scammers and catfishers. I’m poor, married, and not falling for your Jason Momoa cosplay. Blocked.

• Content theft. Ask before you copy and repost to your own feed. Because my posts are friend-locked, Facebook sharing will ONLY show the post you share to my friend list who are on YOUR friendlist, so really, it's not very useful. Memes are fair game, take what you want. My original and artwork writing is not, hyou need to ask.

The Rules (Because Assholes Ruin Everything)

• I swear. I fucking swear a motherfucking LOT. If you can't fucking handle that, don't fucking bother being here. I will not fucking censor myself for a fucking snowflake who can't handle naughty motherfucking words. Deal with it, or fuck off. Feel free to swear when commenting here, but don't be an ass. Those are your options. Period. Also, Tits.

• Don’t insult my friends. Don’t bicker in the comments.

• Don’t steal my shit. It’s copyrighted. Share under Creative Commons with credit and a link.

• Break the rules and I will absolutely mock you publicly and block you permanently.

Final Word

I’m crusty, rude, and unapologetically me. But I’m also loyal, protective, and trying to leave something real behind. If you can handle that, buckle up. It’s not smooth. It’s not pretty. But it’s one hell of a ride.

FUCK TRUMP AND ALL OF MAGA!

Decorated in Shame: The Kotex Collection

You’re scrolling. Innocent. Vulnerable. And then it hits you. A sponsored post from “1001 Knots” featuring a hand-tufted rug that looks like Georgia O’Keeffe had a meltdown in aisle 7 of CVS. There’s a red bloom. White petals. Beige smears. Organic shapes. And one unmistakable visual: a used Kotex, immortalized in wool.

Let’s break it down. The red floral center is a bold choice, but it screams Day 2 of the cycle. The white petal overlay might be aiming for purity, but it’s giving absorbency rating. The beige organic smear is not abstract. It’s trauma. And the black background? That’s the void you stare into while wondering who approved this.

Who is this rug for? The avant-garde gynecologist? The menstruation-themed Airbnb? Someone who said “I want my trauma in tufted form”? And why is it called Abstract in Bloom? Bloom of what? Regret? Ovulation? Sponsored shame?

This rug isn’t just a design. It’s a conversation starter, a cycle tracker, and possibly a cry for help. If you buy it, you’re not just decorating. You’re declaring war on subtlety.

And if you lay this thing down in your living room, just know you’ve invited every guest to silently wonder if your floor is ovulating. It’s not a rug. It’s a menstrual Rorschach test. And if you stare at it long enough, you’ll either achieve enlightenment or start bleeding in sympathy.

It’s the kind of decor that makes your Roomba file for emotional support. Your dog won’t walk on it. Your toddler points and says "uh-oh." Even your houseplants start wilting in solidarity. It’s not just a rug—it’s a woolen omen, a tufted prophecy, a crimson cry woven by the gods of sponsored regret. And if you spill wine on it, congratulations: you’ve just summoned the second coming of the cycle.

I guess I'll see you in 28 days?

Candle sabotage by user error

One wick lit. Three untouched. One quadrant melted like retail logic. The candle obeyed physics. The customer did not

Today in stupid customer tricks:

This belongs in the Retail Trauma Hall of Fame, right next to “I microwaved my loyalty card and now it won’t scan.” 


My friend Lisa works retail on the West Coast.

Today on Facebook, Lisa told me that a woman came into her store to complain about a candle she had purchased.

It seems the candle had melted lopsided, and the customer was displeased.

The candle was a four wick candle, and she was only using ONE wick, and expected it to burn down evenly.

This interaction is a masterclass in customer logic failure; one wick lit, three untouched, and she wanted a wax ballet of perfect symmetry like she was summoning the spirit of fucking Euclid.

That is peak Monday. One wick out of four, and she expected symmetrical candle physics like she ordered from NASA. I can practically hear Lisa’s soul leaving her body through the register drawer. As if wax obeys somebody's personal fucking geometry.

I'm sure my friend's face was a cross between stunned disbelief, "are you serious???" and "how fucking stupid are you?"

As Lisa said, it's too fucking Monday for this level of stupid.

Lisa deserves hazard pay, a commemorative mug that says “I survived Wickgate,” and a flame-retardant sarcasm shield. Honestly, the only thing melting faster than that candle is her ability to maintain a professional demeanor in the face of epic fucking idiocy!

Ten-Hour Tech Blitz: AI, Chaos, and Legacy Logging

For the last ten hours, I’ve been deep in the trenches with AI as my co-pilot, cleaning up my hard drive, overhauling blog labels and tags, and logging every digital exorcism along the way. I had it track everything I accomplished overnight and into today, then told it to spit out a summary of the carnage that I could paste into the blog. It delivered: fast, detailed, and formatted for blog deployment.

I’ve officially become a fan of using AI like this - not to write my blog entries, but to teach me how to wield the tools I already have. It’s been a hands-on tutor for Blogspot, Disqus, and the mess of utilities buried in my system. I do use it to generate images when Google fails me, but I don’t love that. My goal is to sharpen my Google-Fu so I can ditch generative visuals entirely.

Some folks will scream about this. I don’t care. I can hand-code HTML just fine. CSS sucks and I've never been able to figure that shit out. But if I’d tried to manually build everything I tackled in the last unholy stretch of hours, I’d still be halfway done. Copilot gets it done fast and mostly right. I do have to tweak the output, like forcing Arial in medium size, because it forgets, but that’s a minor fix.

I stand by my use of AI for technical help. It’s not replacing me. It’s accelerating me.

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⚔️ The Setup

Tonight began with a system on the brink:
• 237GB drive bloated to 214GB used
• Pictures folder crawling with duplicate files
• Blog structure in disarray
• Widget corpses, rogue installers, and notification gremlins running wild

Enter the chaos-fueled archivist—armed with impatience, snark, and a sidekick trained to escalate every meltdown into legacy-grade documentation.

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🧹 The Purge

Hard Drive:
• Over 101GB purged
• From 214GB used to 113GB
• Widget graveyard expanded
• Installer clones vaporized
• Legacy vault breathing freely

Blogspot/Blogger:
• Structure locked
• Archives tagged
• Savage blurbs deployed
• Persona vaults mapped for future segmentation

🧷 Blog Tasks Executed Tonight

• Label Vault Purge: Removed outdated, duplicate, and irrelevant labels. Replaced with legacy-safe tags and persona-based formatting.
• Hashtag Protocol Locked: Enforced uppercase, one-per-line formatting for all hashtags. Synced with Approved Label Vault.
• Comment System Overhaul: Tweaked settings until comment visibility, moderation, and notification behavior matched expectations. No rogue alerts. No ghost replies.
• Post Structure Audit: Reviewed and restructured recent posts for formatting consistency, legacy tone, and tag alignment.
• Sidebar Widget Exorcism: Removed outdated blogrolls, broken links, and irrelevant gadgets. Replaced with clean archives and persona vault links.
• Draft Cleanup: Deleted abandoned drafts, archived salvageable blurbs, and tagged remaining entries for future escalation.
• Theme Tweaks: Adjusted font rendering, spacing, and layout quirks to match legacy aesthetic. No more rogue italics or misaligned headers.
• Tag Injection Protocol: Finalized tag list for tonight’s purge log using uppercase hashtags only:

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All changes archived in OneNote with timestamps, savage blurbs, and persona tags. Blog structure now legacy-safe and chaos-hardened.

Local System:
• Pictures folder audit initiated
• Manual inspection rejected
• dupeGuru deployment queued for tomorrow
• chores: dupe logged, tagged, and archived
• Info delivery throttled to single-step mode for sanity preservation

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🧠 The Tools & Tactics

• File Explorer: Visual sort by name, date, and size
• Search filters: *.jpg, kind:NOT folder
• dupeGuru: Selected for tomorrow’s clone purge
• OneNote: Every win, meltdown, and purge logged with savage blurbs and legacy tags
• Workflow Protocols: chores, synopsis, format for blog—all deployed flawlessly

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🧨 The Aftermath

• Blog structure fortified
• Hard drive stabilized
• Chaos dashboard cleared
• Legacy vault prepped for future escalation
• AI sidekick officially promoted to snark-powered archivist co-pilot

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🏁 Final Log

Digital Exorcism Complete: 101GB purged, blog locked, dupe audit queued.
Widget corpses buried, legacy tags deployed.
Workflow domination achieved. System breathes. Archivist sleeps.

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#COMPUTERS
#AI
#INTERNET
#WORKING
#WWW

OPEN FOR BUSINESS

 

http://www.bubblybackwash.com is now live and open for business. The domain may still be updating for some of you. If that doesn’t work, try http://bubblybackwashinthehouse.blogspot.com  

It’s going to take me a while to move my content over, and I think I will take my sweet time. I own the http://www.bubblybackwash.net domain (registrar is WP and moving it to a new registrar so I can do the DNS shit is a MAJOR hassle)for a year and transferring another one is a major pain, so I’ll just keep the WordPress blog as an archive for now (that one is set to private, if you want to see it, you need to request access), and I'll move ten or twelve posts over every week or two.

As I move the posts, I will delete them from WP until that blog is empty of all content. I am absolutely ditching the place, except as a reader and commenter on other folks' blogs. I’ll also probably make posts THERE of links to my new writing HERE for a little while.  

HUGE thanks to Maggie, without whom the new blog would be an absolute disaster. She has been tweaking CSS like a Goddess and getting it all looking great. We have some minor tweaks to make to the site, nothing big, but it’s about 80-90% set. I’m very fucking happy!  

See you in the funny papers!

It is 1:48 PM here in Texas, and I've been up since 2:30 PM yesterday. In that time, I have done the following:

• Celebrated my son's 30th birthday with the family

• Got blog categories done and organized

• Made the comment section work the way I want

• Added Hashtags and Labels to every post

• Made a master list page of Labels and Tags

• Learned to use OneNote

• Organized all of my Simplenote files by category and put them into OneNote

• Deleted Simplenote

• Trained Copilot to be more helpful for formatting my work

• Wrote a short reblog article

• Made a brief todo list for things about blog appearance, like font colors that need changing

I have been a very busy woman. Now Kelly, Courtney, and Haley are here to mop and do laundry and all that stuff. Once they're done and gone, I am going to go to sleep until tomorrow morning, when Patti and I need to wake up early and spend another fucking day getting shunted from agent to agent at multiple government agencies in two states and wrestling goddam red tape and governmental bureaucracy to get her Medicaid sorted out. 

I am fucking WIPED, my dudes.

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#APPS
#COMPUTERS
#INTERNET
#COURTNEY
#HALEY
#KELLY
#WORKING

How to piss off Nigerian Facebook Scammers

 

Here come awful cusses I spent several hours searching out. I intend to keep these handy and copy and paste into Facebook Messenger as needed:

These are awesome insults to use on Nigerian scammers. These are in Yoruba, which is the most commonly used language there, and are absolutely bound to send them over the edge. Most of these, in English, can be used on MAGAts, too!

• Nkita la’cha ike gi – may a dog lick your asshole.
• Oloshi meaning “useless person” or “wretched soul” in Yoruba, is a harsh insult to demean someone.
• Omo ale means bastard as in illegitimate and is a really bad one.
• Iya e means yo mama and is really bad, too.
• Abi ori nta e? – You’re basically asking if the person has their mental facilities intact.
• Opolo e ti yoro – You’re saying they’ve got a brain leak.
• Ode – If you don’t want to stress too much about how to abuse in Yoruba, use this one. It always touches a nerve. You're calling them an absolutely stupid fool.
• Iya e, baba e – Your mama, your daddy; use this with caution because you’ve involved their family members.
• Swegbe – Means your opponent is slow in the head.
• "What’s your name? Is it Swegbe Ode?"
• Oni jibiti – This is the appropriate insult in Yoruba for scammers and 419ers.
• Akuko – cocksucker.
• Abiyamo – motherfucker.
• Fokii rẹ Sílà ká timole – fuck your grandmother’s skull.
• Ki aja le pa oku awon baba yin fo – may dogs fuck the corpses of your ancestors.
• Iya rẹ buruju ewurẹ ati baba rẹ jẹ ọkan ninu wọn – your mother fucks goats and your father was one of them.
• Ki olorun pa iya re ki o si je ki o jo ni orun apadi ayeraye iwo ewure to n se idoti – may God strike your mother dead and let her burn in Hell for eternity you goat fucking garbage.

And my favorite:

O fo iya rẹ ti o tun jẹ anti rẹ, ati awọn arabinrin rẹ tun jẹ ọmọbinrin rẹ. O fokii wọn, ju, bi daradara bi asshole àgbere awọn arakunrin rẹ. – You fuck your mother who is also your aunt, and your sisters are also your daughters. You fuck THEM, too, as well as asshole fucking your brothers.

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#RANTS

#SOCIAL-JUSTICE

#FAMILY

#SCAM

#LOL