Staging for LAPD at the Zoo, “for what’s going on downtown,” after a week of tactical alert. They’ve had fun arriving in caravans with all the sirens, just because. Zero alert for actual “protest” violence. They’re having a Confab: they get how much is manufactured, & celebrating each other.

First draft condolence card after estranged cousin mails me an invite to her wake, when I did not know she’d been ill and is now dead. Feels very Southern Gothic somehow.

She broke an antique lamp and is delighted with herself. Only mayhem in my Los Angeles of which I’m aware.

The Oval Office right now.

American Idol with “Songs of Faith” Easter brought the wrong judgements into the competition: Breanna being trolled for ‘betraying’ her private beliefs with secular songs. The shy “only a stay-at-home mom” should be the winner. Blooming, luminous, polished, joyful: Adele’s little sister.

The helpful cop and I come to that polite “fuck you.”

Concept: Rattiest damn Bald Eagle photo I have combined with some WTF language for cards to leave behind with dudes who are so very hard to ignore.

Jan 20: On Inauguration Day, dude next to me is wearing this invitation to throttle him. I guess it’s good that the knuckleheads brand themselves in their clothing. Man, he disrespects all the deaths from a nearby stool. “I self-identify as a psychopath with offensive, ignorant PATRIOTISM!” Fuck.

Inglorious anniversary ahead, where they all have pretended this thing in my hand never happened. Remember the truth.