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Posted by Gary Legum

A golden monstrosity. Also, she’s holding a picture of the White House ballroom.

Fifteen years ago, David Axelrod, who was then a senior adviser to President Obama, got a call from Donald Trump. The cotton-candy-haired real estate developer was offering to build a big, fancy ballroom for the White House, where the largest event space only holds about 200 people for dinner. Bigger events such as state dinners with hundreds of guests require the White House staff to erect tents with flooring on the South Lawn.

Trump supposedly tried to sell Axelrod on the idea that he was the man for the job by pointing to the ballroom at Mar-a-Lago, which from every picture we have ever seen looks like an events room at an airport Hilton. But Axelrod was busy at the time, because he worked for a president who took his job seriously and an administration that had much more important things to do than indulge a billionaire with aesthetic taste that would make a Central Asian dictator blanche.

Anyone who subscribes to Wonkette has better taste than Donald Trump.

Axelrod passed off the project to someone else and never revisited it. The ballroom never happened, and Trump has been stewing about the slight for a decade and a half. Which seems about right, as the man is made up of nothing but bad cholesterol and old resentments.

Now that Trump is — sigh — living in the White House, he is in a position to build that big, fancy ballroom and, if the renderings of it released on Thursday are to be believed, decorate it to look like a Gilded Age bordello:

Seriously, look at that crap. It looks like a Chechen warlord threw up.

The White House rolled out the announcement of the building of the ballroom on Thursday with a press release and the usual sycophancy from Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt during the daily press briefing:

“The White House State Ballroom will be a much-needed and exquisite addition of approximately 90,000 total square feet of ornately designed and carefully crafted space, with a seated capacity of 650 people — a significant increase from the 200-person seated capacity in the East Room of the White House.”

Ninety thousand square feet is waaaaay bigger than one needs to seat 650 people, unless each one is getting his or her own table. Maybe Trump plans on letting every team in the NFC East train in the ballroom at the same time.

We've been to the White House, and the grounds are not huge. Where will the president and convicted felon find the space for this monstrosity? The National Mall? The Capitol? Toronto?

“The site of the new ballroom will be where the small, heavily changed, and reconstructed East Wing currently sits. The East Wing was constructed in 1902 and has been renovated and changed many times, with a second story added in 1942.”

This is the White House’s way of telling us they are going to demolish the East Wing, which is where the First Lady has her offices. But since Melania is acting as First Lady for all of about three hours a week, we guess she doesn’t need the space.

Ninety. Thousand. Square. Feet. A football field is only 57,600 square feet. The square footage of the ground, state, and residence floors of the White House combined are only 55,000 square feet. (This does not include the West Wing or the apparently-soon-to-be-demolished East Wing, but those are not huge.) The Taj Mahal is less than half the size of this ballroom (approximately 35,100 square feet), and way less garish.

What’s the price tag on this monument to the Palace of Versailles, if the Palace of Versailles had been built by a coked-out Middle East potentate?

“President Trump, and other patriot donors, have generously committed to donating the funds necessary to build this approximately $200 million dollar structure.”

Here is the White House trying to get out ahead of the deserved criticism that apparently America cannot afford stuff like Medicaid, SNAP, disease research, environmental research, scientific research, peanut butter paste for famine-ravaged countries in Africa and other foreign aid, housing, space exploration, clean energy, Americorps, teachers, new schools, robustly funded world-class universities, emergency aid for any part of the country that gets wrecked by a natural disaster, weather data, hurricane monitoring satellites, enforcement of laws against ripping off consumers and poisoning the environment, and NATO.

But America can afford to blow $200 million on a giant room that might get used a few times a year, and for which the visual design is what you might get if you wrote a prompt for an AI along the lines of draw a gold ballroom that looks like Elton John exploded.

Claiming the ballroom will be funded by private donors also gets out ahead of the tiny detail that Congress has not appropriated $200 million to be put towards a ballroom as it would be legally required to do. Which someone will probably use as grounds for a lawsuit to stop the thing from being built. And it’s unnecessary, because this Congress would probably fork over $200 million to Daddy Trump for a ballroom without blinking. But Trump always has to make things harder.

Boy, between the ballroom and the $1 billion the taxpayers are spending to upgrade the giant donated Air Force One that Trump gets to take with him when he leaves office, there is a strong “let them eat cake” vibe emanating from this administration like decaying atoms radiating from Chernobyl.

The White House is over 200 years old, and there is nothing wrong with finding ways to update it. Truman oversaw significant renovations designed to keep the old place from falling down. Nixon put in that bowling alley. Gerald Ford put in a pool. Obama put in a basketball court. Jimmy Carter put in the solar panels that Ronald Reagan later ripped out because he was an asshole. Shoot, the soon-to-be-demolished East Wing wasn’t built until 1902, during Teddy Roosevelt’s presidency.

Trump has already made some changes. He paved over the Rose Garden so it will look more like the patio at Mar-a-Lago. He cut down a tree planted by Andrew Jackson, supposedly for safety reasons, and put in two giant 88-foot flagpoles — oh, no reason — on the North and South Lawns.

But a president has never put his stamp on the White House by building an addition such as this: a big, tacky, unnecessary add-on that will dwarf the rest of the building and contain enough gold to blind Marine One pilots when they are trying to land on the lawn.

The decision to build the ballroom should not be up to Trump. We know he does not care, but technically the White House belongs to the American people. He and his descendants will not be living in it forever.

The White House is not a palace. If anything, it should be the opposite of a palace, in keeping with America’s historic belief in itself as a place that is governed by the people and not a king. Or at least we used to think of ourselves that way, before Flushing’s own Louis XVI scammed his way into office.

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Round 177: Marriage of Convenience

Aug. 1st, 2025 10:32 am
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Photograph of a young Vietnamese couple in a sunny urban environment, with added text: Marriage of Convenience, at Fancake. A bride in a white dress and sunglasses leaves her groom behind at a bus stop. The bride is smiling and carrying a bouquet of lilies as she hikes up the long skirt of her dress and walks away. The groom is in the background, wearing a dark grey suit and sitting on a bench. He's blurry, but it looks like he might be smiling at her.
Our theme for August is marriage of convenience!

These partnerships are made for practical, political, or professional reasons rather than personal ones, but they rarely stay that way...

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This week, American Eagle, the clothing brand best known for being the step below Abercrombie & Fitch for 2000s-era high school students, made a big splash with an advertisement featuring Sydney Sweeney, of Euphoria and Once Upon a Time in America, talking about her good genes/jeans.

“Genes are passed down from parents to offspring, often determining traits like hair color, personality, and even eye color. My jeans are blue,” she said in one of the ads. In response, a few people on social media pointed out that it felt a tad eugenics-y. I’m not certain we even know who those people were, but we know that it must have happened, because it caused a variety of other people to go off about a supposed “leftist meltdown” over the ads.

“Wow. Now the crazy Left has come out against beautiful women,” Ted Cruz said on X. “I'm sure that will poll well.”

On Bluesky, current centrist and former Tea Party freak Joe Walsh wrote, “A message I just got from a buddy of mine, who’s a long time Democratic Party campaign consultant: ‘This Sydney Sweeney thing is the kind of thing that turns men away from our party. It’s why men think our party is weak & insane.’ My response to him? ‘Fuck yea it is. You are exactly right.’”

“I love how the leftist meltdown over the Sydney Sweeney ad has only resulted in a beautiful white blonde girl with blue eyes getting 1000x the exposure for her ‘good genes,’” former Fox News host Megyn Kelly wrote Tuesday, because someone has to stick up for the “beautiful white blonde girls” out there.

Now, it’s more than clear that what we have here is another case of the Right trying to turn criticism of the ad from a few people into “THE LEFT IS LOSING THEIR VERY MINDS! THEY HATE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN!”


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Also this week, Elon Musk, the richest man in the world, a man who was briefly in charge of dismantling our entire government, got involved in an explicitly racist and misogynistic conversation, which culminated in his sharing a post about how women were “built” to be traded and “captured” by men.

This all started when Morgonn McMichael, a baby Phyllis Schlafly from Turning Point USA, asked, “Why do liberal white women hate white people so much?” Musk responded, “They’ve been programmed to do so by their teachers and the media.”

Sorry to repeat myself, but …

It really is quite bold of these folks to assume that what anyone “hates” is “white people” in general and not them in particular. I, for one, have many white friends.

Thousands of people responded to McMichael’s post and to Musk’s comment — practically all of them in vehement support of this truly batshit idea. Dissenting voices were few and far between. Imagine being that repugnant, as a person, and actually believing that people have be brainwashed to not like you.

And yet, it gets worse. Somehow. Because someone decided to get real sciencey about it, in a post that Musk decided to actually share.

Insightful. Women are built to be traded to another tribe (or captured) and slide seamlessly into their new culture. That keeps them safe, even though they are physically weak.

20 years after they are captured, they are the matriarchs who enforce that culture. That is why women conform to the dominant culture, and thereby amplify that culture. IMO, that is why Western women, raised in anti-white culture, are now amplifying anti-white culture, even though they are white. They think that keeps them safe, and they are correct, but only in the sort [sic] term. In the long term, they will be forced to remember they are white. Better they are reminded of that by white men, because the alternative is not so gentle.

This also got thousands of likes and hundreds of mostly positive responses from people who were very excited to agree with the idea that women are born to be property and are best off being controlled by white men.

This was the top reply.

“For a heck of a long time kidnapping was seen as a legitimate relationship strategy. From the historical accounts that I read some of those turned out to be very successful partnerships (and others led to husbands meeting early and violent ends).”

I think we can be relatively certain that this person has not read a single “historical account” of this, or of anything else.

But just so we’re clear, liberals are “crazy” for suggesting that anything might be a reference to the kind of creepy, outdated “race science” regularly espoused by the majority of X users, while the richest man in the world and his legions of followers are chatting about how “it’s just science” that liberal women hate white people because women are biologically programmed to be treated like property and we’re just going along with the dominant forces that brainwashed us into not liking racists.

Not only that, but that fairly moderate criticism from people who are not elected officials of any kind is what will keep people from voting for Democrats, but conservatives actually claiming that white people are genetically superior or that women are “built” to be kidnapped is not something that will reflect poorly on Republicans. Hell, you can have actual Republicans running for office on the GD Auschwitz slogan and not one person will step up to chastise them for making people not want to vote for Republicans.

Kyle Langford tweet reading "My 0% unemployment plan" with picture of Langford in front of the Auschwitz fence that says Arbeit Macht Frei (work makes you free)

Charlie Kirk can promote Steve Sailer, a white supremacist who dabbles in the fine art of scientific racism and who just published a book about “noticing” that Jewish people control the world. (In case you were not aware, “noticing” is an anti-Semitic dog whistle — one which Kirk freely uses in the post below.)

For years, the cancel culture police relegated Steve Sailer's writings and observations to the fringe. But the same people who tried to censor him never dared argue against him! He notices stats and insights others either refuse to see or are too cowardly to explore. You can disagree with him but it's a mistake to ignore him. He was able to continue his work because of subcribers on Substack, and today his annual subscribers are up for renewal. Check out what Steve Sailer has been noticing

Oh! And you can also have conservatives responding to the Sydney Sweeney ad by expressing relief and gratitude that they have been liberated from years of brutal oppression in the form of ads that do not feature pretty, thin white blonde girls with large breasts (although I’m really going to need to point out that, despite making up only 59 percent of the country, white people account for 72 percent of those featured in advertisements). They can openly rejoice about the fact that the ads feature Sweeney and not Lizzo.

Though, to be fair, there are still those who are complaining that Sweeney is an ancient and haggard 27 years old instead of 15 like Brooke Shields was when she was in a Calvin Klein ad that bordered on child pornography.


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The fact that the narrative this week is “Crazy liberals totally melt down over perfectly inoffensive ad! This is why people won’t vote for Democrats!” while all of this is going on is absurd.

The reason you see so many people saying “Oh! I have to vote Republican because the Left is just too woke and crazy!” isn’t because the Left is just too woke and crazy. It’s because they know exactly who they are aligning themselves with. They want to be on team “White people are genetically superior/Women are biologically predispositioned to be submissive to men/We are oppressed by Lizzo appearing in advertisements!” without it being a reflection on them and who they are as people. They want to be able to say “Well, you basically forced us to do this!” and far, far too many people who try to present themselves as trying to help the Left or help Democrats are more than happy to go along with it.

Anyone who would use this as an excuse to vote for Republicans at a time when mainstream Republicans are all over the internet saying, explicitly, what people suggested the American Eagle ad might be saying implicitly was never going to vote for Democrats anyway. It’s time to accept that, and to stop policing the Left for supposed overwokeness — because we’re just never going to be perfect enough for the kind of people who have a higher tolerance for out and out Nazi shit than they do for people maybe reading too much into an advertisement for jeans.

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allbingo Crime Classics Bingo Card

Aug. 1st, 2025 05:58 pm
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Okay, I knoooooow I am being rubbish at all my other bingos currently, but if [community profile] allbingo's August theme happens to be irresistible, everything will be different this time, right? XD

(Tbf, the odds are rather better than the last few weeks anyway...)

But, I give you a Crime Classics Bingo Card made from titles from the British Library's crime catalogue:

Someone from the Past He Who Whispers Tour de Force Fear Stalks the Village Antidote to Venom
Family Matters Foreign Bodies Tea on Sunday It Walks by Night Green for Danger
Settling Scores As If By Magic WILD CARD The Black Spectacles Somebody at the Door
Twice Round the Clock The Man Who Didn’t Fly Excellent Intentions Crossed Skis Serpents in Eden
The Wheel Spins Final Acts Deep Waters Not to Be Taken Bats in the Belfry



I love it. I even got the source for The Lady Vanishes, go me! Any suggestions? (With the usual caveat of me probably doing something else anyway, heh.)
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It doesn't sound like much to call a movie the most important film about the Holocaust to come out of wartime Hollywood. Once you get past the handful of outliers headed by Lubitsch, the bar is in hell, baking bagels. The Joint Declaration by Members of the United Nations did not pull in the crowds in Peoria. Thanks to the combined filtration of the Production Code Administration and the Office of War Information, even films that engage with the ideologies rather than the aesthetics of Nazism can start to feel as thin on Tinseltown ground as a minyan in Sodom. I don't know what else to call None Shall Escape (1944), a Columbia B-effort that does not play like any other American propaganda of my experience. It plays like a pre-Code at the height of World War II, a crash-in from some parallel dream factory with far less need to cushion the reality shock of genocide or the humanity that commits it. It's harsh, cheap, uncannily unstuck in time. Nothing in the literature has knocked me for such a loop since Emeric Pressburger's The Glass Pearls (1966).

In part it is a study of a kind I had not thought popularly available until the publication of Adorno et al.'s The Authoritarian Personality (1950), a case history of terminal Nazification. The film isn't subtle, but neither is it stupid. The age of onset is World War I. To the small and oft-annexed town of Lidzbark, it made no difference for years that their schoolteacher was ethnically German, especially since the culturally Polish community around him was territorially Prussian at the time, but in the demobbed spring of 1919, as the restoration of Poland and the breaking of Germany rest on the same table at Versailles, it matters fiercely to Alexander Knox's Wilhelm Grimm. He greets his homecoming ironically, cautiously: "You're very generous to an enemy." It would go over better without his newfangled Aryan hauteur. It marks him out more than his soldier's greatcoat or his self-conscious limp, this damage he's taken beyond shell-shock, into conspiracy theory that horrifies his long-faithful fiancée of Marsha Hunt's Marja Paciorkowski all the more for the earnestness with which he expects her to share it. Disability and defeat have all twisted up for him into the same embittered conviction of betrayal, all the riper for the consolation of the Dolchstoßlegende, the romantic nationalism of Lebensraum, the illusion of Völkisch identity as an unalterable fact to cling to in a world of broken bodies and promises where even the home front is no longer where he left it. "You don't understand. Nothing's the same anymore . . . The future lies in victory, not in freedom." Like an illness that protects itself, even as his nascent fascism kills his romance deader than any disfigurement, it feeds his hurt back into the seamless cycle of grievance and justification until his frustration finds itself a suitably inappropriate outlet—raping a smitten student to revenge the slur of his jilting on his Teutonic manhood. More than proto-Nazisploitation, the assault seals his willingness to take out his insecurities on the innocent. By the time the action rolls around to Munich in 1923, it suspends no disbelief to find him serving a comfortable six months for his participation in the Beer Hall Putsch. By 1934, he's a decorated Alter Kämpfer, a veteran of the Reichstag fire and the Night of the Long Knives, a full oak-leaved SS-Gruppenführer who can turn his own brother over to the Gestapo without a blush and effectively abduct his nephew into the Hitler Youth; in short, exactly the sort of proper party man whom the seizure of Poland in 1939 should return to Lidzbark in the sick-joke-made-good plum role of Reichskommissar. Technically quartered in Poznań, he can't miss the chance to grind the supremacy of the Reich personally into the faces of the "village clowns" who last saw their schoolmaster fleeing in disgrace. "The best," he remarks pleasantly over his plenitude of coffee and brandy, the likes of which his silent, captive hosts have not seen in war-straitened weeks, "and not enough of it." He has already presided over a book-burning and the filming of a newsreel of propaganda, a casually cruel calling card. All the rest of the Generalplan Ost can wait until the morning.

None Shall Escape would be historically impressive enough if it merely, seriously traced the process by which an unexceptional person could accumulate a catalogue of atrocities that would sound like anti-German propaganda if they had not already been documented as standard operating procedures of the Third Reich. Concentration camps in their less crematory aspects were old news since 1933. The 1970's did not invent the Wehrmachtsbordelle. Knox ghosts on his German accent after a few lines, but it doesn't mar his performance that could once again come off like a national metonym and instead makes a mesmeric awful object of a man accelerating through moral event horizons like a railgun, never once given the easy out of psychopathology—in a screen niche dominated by brutes, fools, and sadists, the demonstrably intelligent, emotionally layered Wilhelm who has outsourced his conscience to his Führer stands out like a memo from Arendt. The political detailing of his descent is equally noteworthy and particularly acute in its insistence on a ladder of dreadful choices rather than irresistible free-fall, but I can get nuanced Nazis elsewhere in Hollywood if I need them. I can't get the eleven o'clock shocker of this picture which feels like a correction of the record, not a first-generation entry in that record itself. It goes farther than uncensored acknowledgement of what no wartime production would call the Shoah, remarkable already in light of official directives not to dramatize even the known extent of Nazi antisemitism unduly. Shot in the late summer into fall of 1943, it is the earliest film I have seen in my life to show that the Jews fought.

Horses are more important than Jews, that's all. )

It was not clairvoyance, even if None Shall Escape often gives the impression of working just ahead of the rim of history. Its Oscar nomination for Best Original Motion Picture Story was shared between the German and Austrian Jewish refugees of Alfred Neumann and Joseph Than, who had brought their respective border-crossing experiences to Hollywood—Neumann had even been born in Lidzbark when it was still German Lautenburg. Director Andre de Toth was Hungarian and, for a change, not Jewish, but his very late exit from occupied Europe had gifted him with a disturbing, exceptional qualification to treat the subject of Nazi atrocities on screen: caught in Warsaw when the balloon went up, he had been pressed into service in Nazi propaganda. One of the sickest, most pungent details in the movie is the Theresienstadt-like newsreel of a queue of desperately smiling townsfolk to whom the Nazis dispense a largesse of bread and soup which is snatched from their mouths the second the cameras stop rolling, the rabbi himself unceremoniously jerked from the line he was originally forced into so as not to spoil the picture of placid, grateful Poles with a Jew. It was de Toth's recreation of an incident it had shamed him so much to participate in that he spoke of it only toward the end of his life, hiding its ghost until then in the plain sight of the silver screen. Did he lend his piratical eyepatch to the wounded Wilhelm for the same reason, like Pressburger's stolen memories to Karl Braun? Who among this émigré crew had seen the loading of a night train bound to the east? The closeness to reality of this film is a double edge. Wrapped in its near-future frame of a post-war, Nuremberg-style trial in whose hindsight all these horrors are supposed to be safely past and in the process of redress, None Shall Escape locks itself into uncertainty because it knows, as its more sanitized age-mates do not have to, that when the lights come up the trains are still running on time. It can't close the loop of its own title. When all the testimonies have concluded in the case of Wilhelm Grimm, Reich Commissioner of Western Poland, charged in the absence of a definition of genocide with the "unspeakable miseries" of "the wanton extermination of human life," the notably international tribunal does not pronounce sentence: it turns the future over to the audience. The verdict is left to the fourth wall to render as a line of Allied flags flutters expectantly as if over the as yet unimagined headquarters of the UN. Like a lost soul stripped of everything but the doctrine that cost him it all, Wilhelm screamed out his die-hard Reich-dream straight to us: "You've just won another battle in a fight which has not ended . . . You cannot crush us! We will rise again and again!" In a more recognizable war movie, his cry would be the impotence of defeat, but in this one? Is he right? Is there such a thing as justice for crimes against humanity? Is it enough to keep us from churning out more conspiratorial ideologies, more genocidal wars? It isn't spellmaking, it's a thought experiment so suddenly, darkly reflective that if Technician Fourth Grade Rod Serling hadn't been in boot camp with the rest of the 511th Parachute Infantry Regiment at the time of production, I'd blame him for a hand in its black mirror. If I shake it under the present world-historical conditions, the magic eight-ball seems to be coming up SOL. Do I need to state that this picture commercially flopped?

I got this one out of the Criterion Channel's Noir and the Blacklist and while I could argue with the first categorization, the second was an indisputable hat trick: Marsha Hunt, Alexander Knox, and screenwriter Lester Cole, the card-carrying Communist of the Hollywood Ten. Sucks to McCarthy, it can be readily watched on YouTube and the Internet Archive and even to my surprise obtained on Sony Pictures Blu-Ray. DP Lee Garmes does his considerable best to compensate for a budget like Samuel Bischoff turned the couch upside down and shook it for change and a moth flew out. The art direction of Lionel Banks does the same for a Western set that needs to be in Poland. I am afraid that after the blunt-force demonstration of shape-change that was catching him effectively back-to-back in The Sea Wolf (1941) and None Shall Escape, it is unlikely that I will ever again be reasonable on the subject of Alexander Knox, especially as he is performing here one of those high-wire acts that can't once glance down at the actor's vanity for reassurance or out to the audience for sympathy, but Hunt matches him so intensely and effortlessly over more than two decades of subjective time as closely intertwined as a marriage on the wrong side of the mirror, somewhere off in the forking paths of alternate film history they should have been less inimically reteamed. "There's your Weimar Republic for you." Of course I don't need to reach back into 1919 or even 1944 to find a Wilhelm, but it's good to have the reminder of a Rabbi Levin. We will outlive them. This choice brought to you by my free backers at Patreon.

Hotel Life

Aug. 1st, 2025 12:35 pm
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Welp. I've officially been living in the extended stay hotel for over a year now. I've gotta admit, that's definitely not what I was expecting when I first checked in on 7/31/2024.

Still, it is what it is. Hotel or not, it's at least a roof over my head, so I'll take what I can get.

The Incandescent

Aug. 1st, 2025 11:48 am
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The marketing that I've seen for this book has been fairly buzzword-heavy, which I think does both it and potential readers a disservice. It's not a vibes-forward romance with "dark academia" aesthetics as the taglines imply, but rather a surprisingly grounded deep dive into the head of a brilliant, passionate, overworked and above all overproud educator -- three doors over from the hubris of Greek tragedy if anything, and firmly rooted in the complexities of being a person. As someone who loves an immersive POV, this was very much fine by me, but someone going in looking for, say, a love story might be a little disappointed: our bisexual protagonist does dally with a couple of characters and there is an endgame couple, but this is very much not the main focus. She probably spends more time thinking about pedagogy than about paramours (and I love that for her, because that's who she is).

Overall, I found The Incandescent a compelling read with a cast of engaging characters, interesting modern worldbuilding, and a very strong sense of self (heh), albeit a little oddly paced in a way I can't quite put my finger on. My recommendation is to ignore all marketing and just give it a sneak-peek read to see if it feels like your cup of tea.

Prompt: Quick Breads

Aug. 1st, 2025 08:52 am
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Our prompt for August is quick breads! Traditionally quick breads are muffins or loaves leavened with things other than yeast and made with a batter rather than a dough, but this is gluten-free country and nothing's traditional, so let's just take it to mean these are breads (or bread like things) you can throw together quickly.

To fill this prompt, you can:

  1. Slide into the comments of this post and share a link to a recipe, product, or resource and why you like it.
  2. Write up a favorite recipe and post it to the comm.
  3. Post a review of a related product or cookbook to the comm.
  4. Try someone's recipe and reply to their post (or comment) with any changes you made and how it turned out.
Monthly prompts are only for inspiration and not a requirement. You can post whatever you like to the comm whenever you like as long as it meets the community guidelines.

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Donald Trump is no fan of student debt forgiveness. During last year’s campaign he said that Joe Biden’s efforts to forgive student loan debt were nothing but a “vile” publicity stunt, which he also compared to what he called “illegal amnesty” for undocumented spouses of US citizens. He also pledged — in keeping with Project 2025 — that he would do away with the popular Public Service Loan Forgiveness program, which writes down the balance of student debt for teachers, nurses, and other public servants after they make 10 years of payments.

Once in office, Trump left PSLF in place, but tried to end debt forgiveness for folks he considered “anti-American activists.” That’s been held up in the courts. His Big Blowjobs for Billionaires Bill eliminates most other income-based repayment plans that forgive part of a borrower’s debts, replacing them with far more stingy plans.

You get the idea. Donald Trump really hates anything that lets people off the hook for any of their student debt, because he’s a big believer in personal responsibility. Add your own examples in the comments (which we do not allow) of the many ways in which his career exemplifies that commitment.

The Big Buggery Bollocks Bill threw more money at Trump’s Deportation SS than any other law enforcement agency in all of human history, so the agency wants to hire 10,000 new goons to arrest abuelas and day laborers to make us safe.

And so, Dearest Readers, you will hardly be astonished by this list of sweeteners in a just-announced package of incentives to recruit more Deportation Nazis to join ICE. The incentives, the press release burbles, include these goodies:

  • A maximum $50,000 signing bonus

  • Student loan repayment and forgiveness options

  • 25% Law Enforcement Availability Pay (LEAP) for HSI Special Agents

  • Administratively Uncontrollable Overtime (AUI) for Enforcement Removal Operations (ERO) Deportation Officers

  • Enhanced retirement benefits

Yep, that second one is featured pretty prominently, isn’t it?

Wonkette isn’t naive enough to think blatant hypocrisy matters to Trump goons anyway. But we reserve the right to point and bitch.

Conscientious progressives that we are, we’ll add that the Trump administration didn’t just make up loan forgiveness for ICE Thugs out of thin air: Cops and prison guards have long been included among the “public servants” who qualify for PSLF. Trump’s DHS is simply shoveling loan forgiveness into the signup benefits for new members of the Goon Squad because they’re an option, and never mind Trump’s campaign promise to kill the PSLF program altogether.

The Supreme Court in 2023 shitcanned Joe Biden’s first attempt at broad student debt forgiveness, because red states claimed the plans hurt them, and that the plan supposedly exceeded the limits of what Congress had authorized. Then, not so suddenly last summer, the Court also went on a tear blocking Joe Biden’s income-based repayment plan, as well as several other income-driven plans that preceded Biden, for pretty much the same reasons.

LOL, remember when the Court used to act like the limits of the law might constrain a (Democratic) president? Or for that matter, how it thought district courts had the power to issue nationwide injunctions (to constrain Democratic presidents)?

Certain big policy changes like that are “major questions,” a doctrine the Court pulled out of its ass in 2022 so it could prevent Barack Obama’s CO2 restrictions on power plants from going into effect, long after Obama left office, Trump reversed the policy in his first term, and the case was already moot. Who decides how “major” a question has to be before it needs a new law, instead of an agency just interpreting an existing law, or a president running on a specific promise and then using an existing law to fulfill that promise? The Supreme Boss Of Us Court itself.

We should also note — we’re so annoyingly responsible! — that in those decisions blocking Biden’s efforts to help with student debt, the Court left Public Service Loan Forgiveness plans alone, because that particular plan had its very own law, passed in 2007 with bipartisan support. George W. Bush even signed it into law!

That means that, for once, the Trump administration is actually doing something legal with its inclusion of debt forgiveness for new ICE goons. Isn’t that in itself a remarkable departure?

We aren’t going to give Trump or DHS a cookie as a reward, however, because so many other times when Trump has acted outside specific, statutory, congressionally enacted and presidentially signed law — dumping all the independent agencies, ignoring court orders demanding that immigrants get due process, and of course overthrowing the 2020 election — the Supreme Court nods and says, well yes, Sir, you may do anything you want, but just this once (or twentieth time), and only because you’re special.

Anyway, it looks like there’s finally an answer for all those folks with student debt who couldn’t get it forgiven while Joe Biden was president: Join the ICE Goon Squad.

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Aug. 1st, 2025 07:43 am
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tamale (tuh-MAH-lee) - n., a dish made of minced and seasoned meat packed in cornmeal dough, wrapped in corn husks, and steamed.


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An ancient and traditional food throughout Mesoamerica, long predating the Aztecs and Mayans. As far as pronunciation, I also hear it (even in the southwest) as tuh-MAH-ley. The word is a bit odd, as tamale is not Spanish at all -- the singular there is tamal, and English speakers took the plural form tamales and incorrectly created the singular tamale from it. Latin American Spanish took it from Nahuatl tamalli, meaning wrapped, which has cognates in other Uto-Aztecan languages (such as O'odham čïmait, tortilla, and Hopi tïma, stone griddle for cooking flatbread).

Bonus word:

tequila (tuh-KEE-luh) - n., a liquor made from the fermented sap of the blue agave. This is named after Tequila, Jalisco, Mexico, which is a center of tequila production. The town name is an alteration (by Spaniards?) of Classical Nahuatl Tequillan/Tecuila, meaning place of tribute.


And that wraps up a week of food words from Nahuatl (high points). Normally I space out my theme weeks with ye random words, but that mention of cognates springboards into the next theme: words English has gotten from other Uto-Aztecan languages (the language family that includes Nahuatl), including examples from both O'odham and Hopi. (Most won't be food words, though.)

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My Worldcon schedule

Aug. 1st, 2025 09:47 am
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I’ll be at the Seattle Worldcon 2025, the World Science Fiction Convention, August 13 to 17 at the Seattle Convention Center–Summit. It’s a celebration of science fiction, fantasy, and horror, with music, costumes, films, theater, dances, the Hugo Awards, an art show, a dealer’s room, gaming, books, workshops, panels, and more. I’ll be on some panels, and if you’re attending (you can still join, even just for one day), this is the easiest way to find me. Come say hi!

And Then I Was Hooked, Wednesday 10:30 a.m. to 11:30 a.m., Room 447–448

What first sparked your interest in space and space exploration? What is the first spacecraft you saw silently sweeping through the night sky? The first landing on the Moon? Come hear what our panel of professionals have to say and add your own stories. Audience participation strongly encouraged! Panelists: Corey Frazier, moderator; Dr. Laura Woodney, Julie Nováková, Mary Robinette Kowal, Sue Burke.

Growing Food and Eating in Space, Thursday 12:00 noon to 1:00 p.m., Room 447–448

Microgravity and the spectral limitations of light sources present substantial problems for producing nutritious and flavorful vegetables and fruit in space. We’ll also talk about how we might prepare meals from space-grown food. Bring your hunger for knowledge! Panelists: Susan Weiner, moderator; Anne Harlan Prather, Jennifer Rhorer, Judy R. Johnson, Sue Burke.

Life as We Know It, Thursday 1:30 p.m. to 2:30 p.m., Room 447–448

Nothing in fantasy or sci fi is original (no, don’t rage quit), it is all amalgamations of things we have seen or heard of. So would we recognize life that is truly “alien?” Panelists: Sue Burke, moderator; Coral Alejandra Moore, Frank Wu, Janet Freeman-Daily, Steven D. Brewer.

The Many Languages of Poetry, Saturday 1:30 p.m. to 2:30 p.m., Room 447–448

A discussion of poetry created in languages beyond English: translated, not-yet translated, existing between languages, or expanding what’s possible. What can poetry do that makes other writing formats jealous? What freedoms does a translator have, and when might we say that a translator has trampled the flowers? Hear from the expertise of our panelists about poetry that speaks to them whether there is an English translation or not. Panelists: EB Helveg, moderator; Judy I. Lin, M V Soumithri, Sue Burke.

The Radical Fiction of Joanna Russ, Saturday 6:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m., Room 435–436

Joanna Russ, author of The Female Man, wrote some of the most radical fiction of the 1960s and 1970s. The Female Man has remained consistently in print and is one of the most experimental and challenging books of our genre. This panel will discuss her work (short stories and novels) and its effects. Panelists: Sue Burke, moderator; Catherine Lundoff, Langley Hyde, Michael Swanwick, Rich Horton.

Shakka When The Walls Fell: Language in Science Fiction, Sunday 12:00 noon to 1:00 p.m., Room 322

Language and culture are inseparably linked, but the complexities of this subject are often overlooked in science fiction. Why is there only one language spoken by Klingons? What meaning gets lost through universal translators? What works have shown linguistic diversity well? Panelists: Sue Burke, moderator; Ben Francisco, Frauke Uhlenbruch, Olav Rokne.


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August. Porridge. [status, food]

Aug. 1st, 2025 10:10 am
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Somehow, it's August.

That means the start of the fall semester is looming. I have no idea where July went, except I do know exactly where July went.

In other news, a couple weeks ago our grocery co-op had fairly big bags of oat groats mixed with steel-cut oats for super-discount sale, and I couldn't resist grabbing one.

That *does* mean committing to cooking up oat porridge. I can't remember the last time I went through a porridge phase, although I *do* remember one occasion where the rice cooker boiled over, and something else about getting buckwheat groats, which I should totally do again.

Last night I thought I set the rice cooker to finish cooking the oats by 4 am, so when I heard its cheery little tune I had to figure it wouldn't be long before it would be time to get up, so there was no reason to try and get back to sleep. When I eventually checked the time, it was only 2 am. I then proceeded to have strange dreams about checking multiple clocks and my phone, and having the times disagree to where it seemed my phone must be playing tricks on me.

Now *that* was a disorienting dream to finally wake up from, when the alarm actually went off.

The porridge tasted delicious for my desk breakfast at work this morning.
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We feel like this is one of those moments, one that we’ll look back and go, “Yeah, that was definitely a sign things weren’t OK anymore.” The Smithsonian has removed Donald Trump from its exhibit on impeachment.

No, read that sentence again, and let its implications wash over you: The Smithsonian has removed Donald Trump from its exhibit on impeachment.

Par for the course for a country where they’re paving over the Rose Garden so President Cankles doesn’t have to step on the grass, and where they’re going to build a gigantic Epstein Ballroom on the White House grounds (we don’t know if that’s the name they’ve settled on), so Dear Leader can have more fucking ugly gold-plated shit that’s as tacky and crass as he is, and where people are filing bills to rename the entire Kennedy Center after Donald Trump.

But if the Smithsonian is doing that, then sorry, it’s not a museum anymore, it’s just a cocksucking homage to President Microdick, and all you teachers out there can go ahead and cancel your class trips.


Maybe buy the kids subscriptions to Wonkette with the money you save! Sorry, we’re going to teach the little bastards to cuss.


The Washington Post reports that, per the Smithsonian, it has reverted the exhibit in question in the National Museum of American History back to an earlier form, which says that “only three presidents have seriously faced removal.” Would that be because Republicans are craven shitheels who don’t love America enough to remove presidents for pressuring our allies to help him steal elections, or for inciting mobs of violent Nazi pigs to attack the United States in his name, to overturn the results of elections he lost?

Or is today’s Smithsonian allowed to even discuss history at all? Because that’s a pretty important part of the history of the Grand Old Party, if you ask us, the part where it replaced all its remaining vestiges of pretending to be a legitimate political party and just decided to eat Donald Trump’s ass instead.

The Washington Post’s source, a person “familiar with the exhibit plans,” yadda yadda, says this was done at the request of Dear Leader’s administration, part of the “content review” Trump was stomping his big cankles and demanding, the one that’s supposed to removed “bias” from the museums.

Oh, but they swear this is just temporary, and the permanent exhibit will definitely reflect reality, assuming they ever build it, so we’ve got some people speaking out of both sides of their mouths within the same article. Is the Smithsonian caving to Stupid Hitler, or is this all in preparation for a much greater impeachment exhibition of the future?

A temporary label including content about Trump’s impeachments had been on display since September 2021 at the Washington museum, a Smithsonian spokesperson told The Washington Post, adding that it was intended to be a short-term addition to address current events. Now, the exhibit notes that “only three presidents have seriously faced removal.”

In addition to describing Trump’s two impeachments, the temporary label — which read “Case under redesign (history happens)” — also offered information about the impeachments of presidents Andrew Johnson and Bill Clinton, as well as Richard M. Nixon, who would have faced impeachment had he not resigned.

Also:

“In reviewing our legacy content recently, it became clear that the ‘Limits of Presidential Power’ section in The American Presidency: A Glorious Burden exhibition needed to be addressed,” the spokesperson said in a statement. “The section of this exhibition covers Congress, The Supreme Court, Impeachment, and Public Opinion. Because the other topics in this section had not been updated since 2008, the decision was made to restore the Impeachment case back to its 2008 appearance.”

Yeah, OK, we are sure it is all one big coincidence, and the new exhibit will reflect that Donald Trump is the only president ever to have been impeached twice, and if Democrats retake the House next year, puny little bitch gonna get his ass impeached a third time.

We’re sure it’ll be just great.

The Smithsonian has of course been on King Trump’s destruction list pretty much ever since the most recent time he lied his way through his oath of office. Back in March, he executive ordered the Smithsonian to “work to eliminate improper, divisive, or anti-American ideology from the Smithsonian and its museums, education and research centers, and the National Zoo.” He also hereby demanded future funding not be used to contribute to exhibits that “degrade shared American values, divide Americans by race, or promote ideologies inconsistent with Federal law.” And of course he tried to fire the director of the National Portrait Gallery, accusing her of something something DEI. (She ended up stepping down of her own accord.)

Maybe it is considered grievously woke to discuss his various impeachments and failures too.



Or maybe not! We suppose the museum could always impress us!

But yeah sorry, we are not holding our breath. Sorry.

This also happened this month at the Smithsonian:

[T]he artist Amy Sherald withdrew an upcoming show at the National Portrait Gallery, saying she believed that the museum was considering removing her painting depicting a transgender Statue of Liberty — an effort, she added, meant to avoid provoking Mr. Trump. Ms. Sherald had risen to fame with her 2018 portrait of Michelle Obama.

Nope, can’t provoke that senile old bigot bitch, it’s just too risky.

It was cool having things like the Smithsonian, while all that lasted. Get excited for lots of videos of Emperor Trump doing his “jerking two dicks at once” dance in the new royal ballroom, though!

That’ll make the world stop laughing at us, you’ll see!

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Posted by Robyn Pennacchia

Ever since 46-year-old Rodney Taylor was taken into custody by ICE agents this past January, the Georgia barber’s friends, fiancée, and even the immigration judge who was given no say in whether Taylor would be detained have been begging for his release.

It was a bad enough situation to begin with, as Taylor has been in the United States since the age of two and was being deported to Liberia over a crime he was convicted of when he was 16 and for which he was later pardoned by the state of Georgia, and because he is a double amputee who requires medical attention the detention facility is not capable of providing. And now it’s worse.

Taylor has now been placed in solitary confinement — a practice which violates international law regarding the humane treatment of prisoners — for refusing to go into his cell after it flooded, on account of the fact that it could have destroyed his electronic prosthetic legs. The legs, which are powered by a rechargeable battery, are microprocessor-controlled and therefore cannot get wet. If they get wet, they’ll be ruined, and Taylor will not be able to walk.


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According to Taylor’s fiancée, Mildred Pierre, when Taylor refused to go into his flooded cell on Sunday, he was handcuffed by guards and brought to solitary, where he stayed until Tuesday without water to drink or any ability to recharge the batteries for his legs.

Naturally, Georgia’s Stewart detention facility says that this cannot possibly be true, because they don’t even have solitary confinement and will not stand for it being called that. Brian Todd, a spokesperson for CoreCivic, the private prison company that operates Stewart, told The Guardian that what they have are “restrictive housing units,” in which prisoners are confined to windowless cells, by themselves, for 23 hours a day, denied access to a radio or television and only allowed to shower three times a week. This is very different from solitary confinement, where prisoners are confined to windowless cells, by themselves, for 23 hours a day, denied access to a radio or television and only allowed to shower three times a week. See? Totally different! And very rude to confuse the two!

Todd also claimed that Taylor “is being regularly monitored by facility medical staff, with all known medical issues are being addressed, and our staff continuing to accommodate his needs.” Given that this has not been the case in the many months Taylor has been in detention, it seems unlikely that it is the case now.

Taylor was meant to have been fitted for a new set of prosthetics just days after he was detained in January, and was not able to even begin that process until late May, after multiple outlets had reported on his poor treatment at the facility.

Via The Guardian:

Pierre had gotten Taylor’s clinic in Lawrenceville, Georgia, to send the new prosthetics to a clinic in Albany, Georgia, about 75 miles from Stewart – in February. Nonetheless, when guards took him, shackled, to the rural clinic on 23 May, no one from Stewart or the clinic had ensured that the battery would be charged.

Not only that, when he returned in late July, the clinic could not calibrate the legs to his body, since staff was unfamiliar with his model of prosthetics. Using the new prosthetics for months without them being calibrated means he suffers severe pain on his left knee, Taylor told the Guardian.

Frankly, at this point it seems like a ridiculous thing for anyone to lie about. Those of us who know better won’t believe it, and pretty much all of the Trumpers are thirsting to see people like Taylor treated inhumanely.


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It's been a while but to catch up. I finally got to see Fantastic 4 on Sunday, and really enjoyed it. We were supposed to go on Saturday originally, but realised we'd double booked ourselves with a day out that had been organised with James' team from work. Everyone was going to meet at Tynemouth, and while meeting new-to-me people at the beach wasn't first on my list of enjoyable things to do, I was still looking forward to it -- a little anyway.

But, in the end, that didn't happen as James had an AMC flair on Friday and had to come home from work. He's got a bit of a clawed hand atm, and was in his wheelchair when we went out at the weekend, but will be fine. Really, all that helps is time, and he's been to the doctors on Monday, who wanted to sign him off work for two weeks, but settled for one for now, extending if needed.

We had gone to MetroCentre to see Fantastic 4, and they were having a FanFest thing going on with various cos players and fannish stalls going on. We got some fun photos, and checked out lots of merch, and it was a good way to spend some time before the film. I posted some photos on Insta if people are interested.

I watched The Old Guard 2 last week and it was okay. I've seen no one discuss it though, unless I've missed those posts, which is surprising considering how popular the first film seemed to be.

I was at class last Wednesday, and there was new equipment, a big box that was about thigh height. cut for length about class and gym stuff )

Other things this week. I went with James to the limb centre so he could have new straps put on his legs. Then yesterday we took my MiL out for lunch, just staying locally, but it was a nice day.

The heat broke!

Aug. 1st, 2025 09:10 am
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We had some big thunderstorms Thursday afternoon and the heat seems to have broken for now. Although humid, it was in the mid-sixties Farenheit this morning when I did my jog. I have opened windows!

On my jog, I have occasionally, rarely, had a male observer yell something catcall-y from a car or whatever, but this morning, I got a solemn thumbs up from a middle-aged woman whose car was stopped at the light, and a smile from a younger woman jogging the opposite direction while I was doing my cooldown walk. That was really nice.

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Hello Wonderful Guardian Bonus Bingo Participants!

With August starting, it’s time for new prompts.

August (N) Prompts:

Incoming Call | Free Square | Festival

You only need to create for one of these prompts to earn a fill for this month, though you’re welcome to create more if you feel so inspired.

Are you new to the fest or have you missed some of the previous prompts? No worries! We love having new people join in and you can post any missed fills in our November grace period month.

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Empath by Hoa Pham

Aug. 1st, 2025 08:49 am
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Many people spend their lives wondering if there's a point to their existence. Vuong and her clone sisters have a purpose. With a little investigation, they might find out what it is.

Empath by Hoa Pham

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax