Wednesday, May 7, 2025

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #998: ROLL THE DICE

I did it again. Deleted a full GF, no editing needed. For a different reason. Next week is going to be very bad for me. Something terrible is going to happen, and I know what it is. And there's nothing I can do about it. Yes, it's on the list of things that will make me drink again. It's currently the second most likeliest thing to do the trick (number one is losing my bad foot).

The day it will happen next week is going to be two years and three hundred and three days since my last drink. There will not be two years and three hundred and four days. When it happens, I'm going to drive straight to the Corner Cottage and surprise the hell out of a lot of guys there who probably thought I'd died.

In the scenario I'd just deleted, I talked about skipping the good shit and going directly to Wild Irish Rose. I'm sure even in this economy it's dirt cheap. Not even having the decency to send myself off to the drunk tank on quality bourbon. But when it happens next week, I'll get a bottle of Wild Turkey 101, my old friend. I can always throw my life away on the cheap shit later.

I'll go back to my Elmhurst house, and if the locks haven't been changed, I'll take up residence on that broken down couch again and drink myself through the night. If the electricity hasn't been shut off, I'll be able to plug my phone in and watch some of my shows while doing so. I hate watching shit on my phone, but it'll get me through the night.

The next morning, if I've left myself any hair of the dog, I'll self-administer it and go to 7-Eleven to seek out Monster. I'll get the one with the sugar. Fuck it. By the time I'm in Joliet I'll still be hungover, so I'll stop in at McDonald's for a Double Cheeseburger. Those are the perfect cure for a hangover. By the time I'm home, I'll feel normal. Hell, I might not throw my life away on Wild Irish Rose. If Loudermilk can start over, so can I. Day 1 might happen. So might day 2. I'm sure it will. I'm not entirely stupid. Maybe falling off the wagon will smack some sense into me.

This dread is like a rock in my guts. Maybe I should just get the bottle now.

No. There's a slight chance the thing won't happen. I'm talking a 0.9999999% chance, but I could pull off a miracle. Anyone remember my DUI Diary? What did I say? Always roll the dice. I rolled them then and am the only person I know who was arrested for DUI and was found not guilty.

So yeah. I'll roll the dice.

Two Goodnight, Fuckers remaining . . .

Tuesday, May 6, 2025

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #997: THE MARCH OF TIME OR . . .

 Not too long ago I found the cache of photos Grandma left behind after she died. I'd seen many of them before, but this was the first opportunity I had to go through everything, and it surprised me to find a lot of pictures of my ancestors. It's interesting to scrutinize their faces, trying to find any trace of what would become part of me. I also found pictures in our old house and the apartment I lived in with my stepfather, and I never thought I would see that place again. I saw a picture of me with his weird fish tank, the one he put in a glass cooler that sustained itself until one of my brothers accidentally knocked it over and broke it. I also found pictures of that kitchen and even of the phone bench. Yes, phone bench, a bench where you are meant to sit when talking on the phone. The phone in question was a candlestick type. My stepfather was an asshole, but he also had very interesting parts of his life. He was a scientist. Did I tell you that before? A biologist to be specific. The last job he had was at a paint store, if that gives you any indication of his employability in his chosen profession.

But the thing that struck me most was seeing pictures of my Illinois siblings, three brothers. We didn't grow up together, exactly. I'm the oldest, and their father is different from mine. When I escaped that apartment, I'd lived with two of my brothers for years. Then I was on my own for a while before the other two and Mom moved in to escape my stepdad, too. Soon a third brother was born into that house, and they'd all moved back in with my stepdad in the town next door. At least until things went sour again, and they moved back in with us until their dad lured them to Crystal Lake to finish their upbringing. That third brother eventually moved back in with me and our grandparents . . . to escape his dad.

But I'd forgotten about those days when we were all living under the same roof, and our lives were different. Much different. I marvel at these pictures, at the innocence on their faces. Because they really did have good lives at some point. I had a good life at some point.

But I know how my brothers all turned out, and it actually twists the knife in my guts a little. Because the brightness in their eyes has died out, dulled by tragedy and just plain old life. They will never be as happy as they were back then. Neither will I, but unlike them, I had a small part to play in the destruction of their innocence.

Remember, I'm the oldest. As the oldest brother I felt it was necessary to terrorize them on occasion. It's what older brothers do.

I try to tell myself that the march of time is actually responsible. There would have been no way to maintain that innocence. William Blake wrote a book about comparisons between innocence and experience and how the latter must kill the former. The world's job is to make adults out of children. But I shouldn't have taken to my older brother duties so efficiently.

I think last night's essay might have gotten to me a little because I dreamed that I went back in time to visit my brothers back then. I told them I was Future Me, and I just wanted to hang out for a while. It felt good to watch them hang out and have carefree fun. Bright eyes and easy smiles. For a moment I almost told them what happened to them in their future. But that, too, would destroy some piece of their innocence.

Instead I settled back and watched them play.

Only three GFs remaining . . .

Monday, May 5, 2025

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #996: KILLING BABY HITLER

Baby Hitler

 

It's the age old question, isn't it? No, it's not. The question probably doesn't go back any farther than the 1930s, but for me, a 46 year old man, it's an age old question. If you had the ability to time travel, would you go back in time and kill baby Hitler?

I'm a firm no for a variety of reasons. Chief among them is, doing so would completely change your present. It could be for the better, sure, but it could also be for the worse. Is that a gamble you're willing to make? Remember, the world you're returning to will be completely alien to you. From a time travel standpoint it makes no sense.

Also, there's a very real possibility that Hitler was going to grow up to be a fine upstanding citizen if some weirdo hadn't tried killing him when he was a baby.

But Jesus Christ man, you're talking about killing a baby. What kind of asshole kills a baby?

Oh right, this asshole killed a shit-ton of babies.

If you must use time travel to kill Hitler, go back to when Nazis started running things in Germany. Pop into his bedroom at night and kill him then. Maybe you'll even find him stroking it, caressing a one-balled sac. (The other is in Albert Hall.) Think how embarrassing it would have been for him to get killed while rubbing the one-eyed wonder weasel.

I bring this up because I thought of something horrible earlier today, and because I've suffered with this in my head, I must infec--er, I mean *share* it with the rest of you.

I know a lot of the Magas are Nazis, but there's probably a bunch of them still in denial who think Hitler was bad. Do those people ever think about this question?

The rest of them don't. For sure. Their big question is, if they could time travel, would they go back in time and kill baby Fred Rogers? He was a man who taught empathy and compassion to generations of children, and we know the Magas hate those things . (Empathy and compassion, that is. They love children. They make excellent victims.) Think of all the lives who could have been saved by cruelty without Mr. Rogers and his neighborhood!

I hope I've not given them ideas. Not that they could figure out time travel. That's not even on Musk's mind, and he's the only one of them with the wherewithal to find someone to figure it out and then steal the idea from them.

Four more Goodnight, Fuckers left . . .
















































Thank you for your service, Dean Winchester.


Friday, May 2, 2025

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #995: THE CORRUPTION PERCEPTIONS INDEX

 Ever wonder how truly corrupt your country is? Luckily there's a website that keeps track of these things! It's called the Corruption Perceptions Index, and there's a pretty good method of scoring each country. The one unfortunate thing is, it's not very up-to-date. Right now the most recent data is from 2024.

But what you really want to know is how badly the United States is doing. Not nearly as bad as you would think! On a scale of 0 to 100, where 0 is exceptional corruption and 100 is corruption-free, we scored 65. We're down four points from 2023, but that's still not as bad as I'd expected. But what I really want to know is our score now.

I wonder how many points Trump 2.0 has cost us. Before he was sent back to the Oval Office, corruption was something to be ashamed of. It had to be hidden somehow. Swept under the proverbial rug. But now? He's flat-out saying everything that the other presidents have kept to themselves. Corruption is not just allowed now, but it's encouraged. If you're clean, you're doing it wrong. Corruption is the word of the day. The bolder, the better. Remember when Trump said he could shoot a man on Fifth Avenue and get away with it? I'll bet he could. I wonder why he hasn't. Perhaps he doesn't want his pristine hands to get dirty. Let that filthy drunk*, Hegseth, do it for him. Hegseth almost hurt someone with an axe on live TV once. He would probably be into it.

In a world where old folks and veterans are treated like shit, where we're currently rolling back the civil rights movement possibly to the Jim Crow days (or further back; when will Trump retcon the Emancipation Proclamation?), where authority figures are trying to outdo each other when it comes to cruelty and hatred, corruption is the biggest problem we're dealing with now. Number one with a bullet that sadly went astray in Butler, PA. Not that his death would end any of this. We're going to have to put the goddam leeches on them. ALL OF THEM. To get this to stop. ICE is the new SS. The American way of life is almost over and done. If you don't think we live in a fascist society, then you haven't been paying attention. The only thing keeping the country I grew up with alive are a handful of judges and, holy fuck, comedians doing parody news shows.

The Fifth Amendment guarantees us due process. Due process no longer exists. I mean, it does, for certain people. But if due process doesn't apply to everyone, then it applies to no one. An argument could be made that those who had due process taken from them were in the country illegally, which makes them criminals. But the people who make that argument are using laws as an excuse to abuse people who have no recourse. If they're criminals, then we can treat them as poorly as we want.

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. Every single person on the planet has broken not just one but many laws throughout their lives. We're all criminals. Should we all be sent to El Salvador? Speaking of, Kilmar Abrego Garcia is never going to come back. Trump and Friends have a vested interest in keeping him there. I think things would look bad if they pulled an Epstein on him, so he'll probably stay alive, but if they brought him home? He'd be the face of a movement strong enough to destroy Trump. Hence his continued absence.

Trump advised that asshole in El Salvador to build more prisons because he wants to send a lot more people. I believe it was he and Marco Rubio (Little Marco?) who said something along the lines of, citizens should be deported if their beliefs don't align with the administration's. So I'm sure I'd be on that list of people to send to El Salvador. You might be, too, just for reading this.

I don't know how often the CPI gets updated, but I'm guessing we'll have our numbers at the end of the year. If the US is still there, that is. It's already on its deathbed. Perhaps the patient will have passed by then.

I hope not.

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*Yes, I was once a filthy drunk. But unlike this prick, I have never, in my deepest and darkest depths of drunkenness, thought I should be the Secretary of Defense.

Thursday, May 1, 2025

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #994: MT. RUSHMORE


I'm a little higher than I expected tonight, so this is going to be super short.  

I've never given a single solitary shit about Mt. Rushmore. Four presidents who were supposedly great. They were, I suppose, in their own backwards ways. Even Lincoln was a bit of a tyrant, getting rid of habeas corpus as he did. Sure, it's a wartime power, one I'm sure Trump lusts for. It would explain why he keeps referring to being at war with illegal immigrants. All the same, it was pretty nasty of Lincoln to do that. To say nothing of his idea of sending all the former slaves to Grenada so they can have their freedom far away from a white America.

But I recently learned something very, very important about Mt. Rushmore, and I suspect that not many others know about it. So . . . this is what the back of Mt. Rushmore looks like: 



*sigh* All right, it doesn't really look like that. I tee-heed for a while over it until I looked it up to be certain. It would have been poetic if true. There's even a joke about that being LBJ's cock. This is true: he used to give press conferences from the toilet. He was apparently very well endowed according to the White House Press Corps . . .



Wednesday, April 30, 2025

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #993: THE DEVIL AND TUCKER CARLSON

 Lest ye think I've forgotten about Tucker Carlson, I assure you I have not. Especially this one story from November of last year that nobody seemed to give much of a shit about. I get it. No one wants to hear about Tucker Carlson. Not sure how his own family stands him and that horrible laugh of his. Does his wife forgive him for wanting to fuck the green M&M?

At any rate, this asshole made a claim that he was attacked by a demon. He hedges his bets by adding "or something unseen." The attack left claw marks in his flesh, and he bled from them. He claimed to still have the marks on his body. I have no idea why no one asked him to show them off. I would have. But that's neither here nor there, as there are no such things as demons.

He said he was sleeping with his wife and four dogs when he was "mauled." Except, according to the story, he must not have felt it because he only discovered the wounds and blood later. From what he said, he woke up being unable to breathe in a state of confusion. That right there makes me think he was experiencing sleep paralysis, not a demon attack. But then he said that he went out for a walk, came back to see his wife and dogs were still asleep, and only then discovered his injuries.

I call bullshit. When crime authors write stealthy murder scenes, what's the question they usually ask themselves? What about the dog? I currently live with two dogs who flip out every time a mouse farts three blocks down. You mean to tell me that Tucker Carlson was attacked by a demon, and none of his dogs even stirred in their sleep?

He then told an assistant about this, who replied, "That happens, people are attacked in their beds by demons."

I have never been attacked by a demon in my bed, but I *have* had sleep paralysis. I think Carlson had an episode, and he thought it would help Trump's campaign if he talked about being attacked by something from Hell, ie. what his voting base would believe despite the fact that Trump is probably an atheist. If he believes in a god, I'm sure that god is himself. Isn't that essentially an Anton Lavay kind of thing to say?

I thought I'd end this one with a little advice. I no longer have sleep paralysis, and that's because I found a cure. I'm not a very fearful man, so your mileage may vary on this, but give it a shot. My sleep paralysis doesn't involve demons or old hags or anything. However, there is some creature under my bed that wants to drag me down to Hell. Every time I tried to fight, but I was paralyzed. The panic came from not being able to save myself. One time I knew I was having an episode, and I knew that what I was experiencing wasn't real. So I said fuck it, take me. I stopped trying to fight, and I felt myself get dragged down to the floor and pulled under my bed, which was a physical impossibility at the time. I would never have fit under there. But I came back to myself immediately, and I haven't had an episode since.

Give it a shot. It might be scary for a moment, but it also might help.

Tuesday, April 29, 2025

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #992: A NEW AGE OF FORGOTTEN KNOWLEDGE


 Ever watch LOTR: The Rings of Power? I honestly can't recommend it as a show. For the most part it's a slog. A boring slog. And I've read the Silmarillion twice! But there are some truly great moments on the show. Like, mind-blowing moments. True moments of greatness. My favorite part so far has been in season 2 when Celebrimbor is glamored by Sauron. While Celebrimbor's people are fighting a grim battle for survival outside his walls, Sauron has him believing that everything is fine, and that he's doing great work in creating the titular rings of power. But soon Celebrimbor figures out that he's been tricked, and that his patron is actually Morgoth's ol' lieutenant. And that's when shit gets real grim.

Celebrimbor turns against Sauron, and for his efforts he watches as his life's work is thrown into a fire. It's one of the most horrifying scenes in the show. I know that might not have much of an effect on others, but to see knowledge destroyed is the worst crime that can be committed, I believe. This knowledge is written only on those scrolls. Celebrimbor also has that knowledge in his head, but, well.

(Spoiler alert)

Human progress is really the most important thing we're capable of. Rape used to be a common tool of war back in the days when battles were fought with swords and spears. When you invade an enemy, you're supposed to kill every man in sight and rape every woman you can find. That was not just socially acceptable, it was encouraged by warlords. That horrible feeling you've got in your guts right now, reading this paragraph? That's human progress. Because you *don't* want to think of rape as something that's supposed to happen. Humanity worked a fucking long time to get to this point (tens, possibly hundreds, of thousands of years), but we got there.

When you destroy knowledge, you don't just stop human progress. You regress. If you don't believe me, think about the Dark Ages. In England, for example, the Romans had been gone for so long that no one knew how those roads were built or by whom. Without that knowledge, things turned to shit. When the Renaissance came, it was a breath of fresh air. Human progress was back on the menu.

I know this may come as a shock to you, but I'm offended by the mere existence of the Trump Administration. He and his court of lowlifes and scumbags and fuckfaces and dipshits are guilty of a lot of horrible crimes, but I think one of the worst is what he's doing to America. He wants to reverse human progress. I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to make rape a common tool of humanity, not just of war, where men rule and women obey. White men, that is. No one else need apply. And there's another thing right there. We've come so far with race. If you say something racist in public (in most places, I should amend), people are going to stare daggers at you. Unless you're in the current White House, of course.

His attack on the Department of Education and putting RFK Jr in charge of healthcare is the equivalent of destroying knowledge. Trump's chief tool is lying relentlessly so those of weaker minds, the ones who fall for his Jedi mind trick, hang on his every word. When you lie so often and so hard, knowledge is your real enemy. So why not put an antivaxxer in charge of keeping people healthy? Vaccines are proven to work. If they didn't, we'd still be succumbing to small pox. When was the last time you saw someone in an iron lung? But the guy in charge of health has decreed that we're regressing to the old days when disease could kill you at any moment. As for education, I think this says everything for me:


By destroying the Department of Education, Trump is trying to trap you into a shit life with no hope of escape. You will obey. You won't know any other way.

And it sucks that everyone destroyed their files and went digital because now you can twiddle that shit on the back end, like a corporation changing prices on a digital sign when they know you've just been paid, or a fast food restaurant in their app. Except now the authorities can change our perception of reality by just changing digital documents.

I think the real reason Trump moved the Declaration of Independence to the Oval Office was so no one could actually read the original document. Meanwhile, they can change what the document says because who is going to go to the library to look up the Declaration of Independence if they want to read it? In this day and age, you're going to google it, and Google can just tell you what Trump wants it to tell you. They already changed the name of the Gulf of Mexico, and they did that before our very eyes. Imagine the digital shit him and his band of assholes can get up to now.

If we don't impeach him (or give him the Mussolini treatment) we're going to wind up in a world where no one knows anything. They have to go to the authorities to get that info. And there is no way of fomenting a revolution to save ourselves at that point. Revolution? What's that? America was always here, from the start of civilization. King George III? He had nothing to do with us. He tried to invade us once, but we were too strong for him and sent his redcoats packing. Per Trump, we've been allies of Rome since the ancient days. How long before something like that ends up in a history textbook? If he has his way, not long.

Knowledge is one of the most important things we can have. We need more of it, not less. Those who would throw Celebrimbor's scrolls in a fire are the lowest scum on the planet. Perhaps El Salvador has room for Trump?

That would ordinarily be the end of the column, but I was looking for a meme that would show Trump talking about being allied with Italy since Ancient Rome. Instead I found this. It's very interesting. I enjoy comparing our modern life to Ancient Rome, particularly the Decline and Fall. But there's one throwaway comment in there that made me think about Trump's obsession with the border. I mean, we all understand why he's going off on Mexico, as awful as that might be, but the shit he's pulling with Canada? That's left field shit. The article talks about the black market created by Ancient Rome's tariffs and how traders got around them. I anticipate a new black market being born. It may already exist! But more importantly, cracking down on the borders would, indeed, make it harder for those traders. As my character, Slate, likes to say, "It's something to consider."