an extremely necessary mental health break

but also a short rant about our dumbfuck president

friends,

it has been two and a half months since the passing of my wife Claudia.

continuing to write these daily posts has been for me an essential part of my grieving process. but every now and then, the profound sadness of it all becomes just too overwhelming — and so today I must give myself another day off.

I feel adrift and unmoored, and I miss Claudia so much.

let me once again take a moment to say thank you to the thousands of people who have posted, commented, private messaged, texted, and phoned to offer condolences. I love you all. I am blessed to be surrounded by an amazing, caring community.

thank you for hanging in there with me. see you tomorrow.

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but wait, before I take off — this wouldn’t be a real post unless it had some serious Donnyloathing in it, so let me do couple of quick hits on some of the shit that went down yesterday.

first item: Preznit Fuckwit held an Oval Bordello playdate with the Artemis II astronauts, because of course he did. basking in the glory of someone else’s accomplishments is one of his favorite pastimes.

listen to this delusional dipshit run his rancid anus-mouth.

“[to be an astronaut] you have to be very smart. you have to do a lot of things physically good. so I would have had no trouble making it. I’m physically very, very good. we’ll have to try it sometimes. is a president allowed to go up in one of these missions?”

my god, he’s like a toddler, jealous because some other kid got a cool new toy, and he didn’t.

Donny is so fucking broken inside that he can’t let these phenomenal astronauts who broke the record for distance traveled into outer space enjoy their amazing accomplishment without bragging about how he could have done it, too.

let’s see, is Donny physically fit enough to go into space? let’s do a quick fact check:

oh, sure — go for it, bro.

tell me, do spacesuits come in size roly-poly?

I know I keep saying this, but it never stops being true: oh, to have the supreme and serene self-confidence of a mediocre imbecile like Donny. it must be nice.

you know what? let’s do this. absolutely, let’s pack Dear Leader into a rocket. let’s see how well he does. oh, and not to brag or anything, but I came up with the idea of sending the entire Donnyverse into space seven years ago.

Jeff Tiedrich@itsJeffTiedrich

I'm all for a Space Command if we can use it to launch every single one of these Trump administration shitweasels straight into the fucking sun

9:07 PM · Aug 29, 2019

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second item: tell me, is it a bad thing when the president of the United States is in such steep cognitive decline that he can no remember which country he’s lying about having defeated?

“I think Ukraine, militarily, they’re defeated. okay? mililili— you wouldn’t know that by reading the fake news, but militarily, look, their— navy. they had a hundred and fifty nine ships. every ship is right now underwater. typically that’s pretty good.”

no, you stupid shit, that’s Iran who you keep imagining is ‘militarily defeated.’ but sure, let’s all scream at Zelenskyy to stop being a dick and open up the goddamned Strait of Hormuz already.

“I’m sorry, open the what? do I look like a fucking ayatollah?”

could someone please wake up Jake Tapper? I’ve got a hot scoop for him: Dear Leader is bugfuck nuts.

maybe he’d want to write a book about that.

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we need a palate cleanse after that dumbfuckery, and I’ve got a good one.

I found this while searching through some files a couple of days ago. this is the very first photo I took of Claudia, forty-six years ago, in the spring of 1980, on MacDougal Street in Manhattan.

now here’s Claudia’s final photo, taken on her birthday last February, four days before her passing.

sigh. I miss her so much.

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that’s it for today, I’m outta here. thanks again for hanging in there with me. I promise you that I am taking my own advice: practicing self-care and doing everything I need to do to keep sane. see you tomorrow.

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here’s your daily reminder that I can be found on Blue Sky at this link.

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this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:

practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.

to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.

we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.