The 500th Post

So, 2025 was obviously a shit year.

It was a year of ugly betrayals and open bigotry, of constant lies and vicious deceit, and of xenophobic hatreds and the unleashing of long-simmering evils. It was the year where white Christian Fascism and White Supremacy irrevocably removed its mask forever, to finally, fully, and unapologetically reveal its hideous true visage for all to see, and for history to remember forever.

So, 2025 then became the year of acknowledging that this is the culture of white America, especially in the small towns and the suburbs, that this is how they were all raised—something I know for a fact because I was raised there too. And because of this, I also know for a fact that they view this bullshit, their entitled worldviews, their hatreds, their racism, the white supremacy, as just “common sense,“ because their privilege in society is a “naturally" occuring thing, as it's something bestowed upon them by God. After all, Adam was a white man, right (at least, that’s what the movies and tv shows say). And because of this, over everything else, 2025 was the year where it became clear that not only is the cruelty the entire point, but being cruel is the one thing that truly gives these people joy.

It makes them happy.

2025 was also the year of choosing sides for the last time. This was the time where we all had to finally admit that this is who these people truly are, and that they not only won’t ever change, they actually don’t want to change, because they like being this way. So 2025 was the year to either admit this, or admit that your priorities actually just align more with your fellow bigot monsters, before retreating into the safety of the lie that those bigots are otherwise “good people," and that they have “legitimate complaints” due to "economic anxiety” and that this is them "just being honest" about the realities of the world.

And this means that 2025 became the year of admitting that it’s all over, that the United States is a shambling corpse that hasn’t yet realized that its dead, and that even if we wanted to, there is just no going back to that flawed lie of a country that we used to be. It's over. It's done. The dream of the great American experiment is well and truly dead, lay its body at the feet of white America's demand to have "no politics" Thanksgiving dinners with their Nazis friends and family members.

So I’m glad to see the ass-end of the year 2025.

Unfortunately, 2026 is already even worse.

And now here we all are, right? At the end of everything. The future uncertain. Rabid bigot Nazis running wild in the streets—thugs who were put in power by the overwhelming majority of white Americans across all demographics specifically to do what they’re doing right now—as they attempt to realize their dream of White Nationalism in America.

Here in Minneapolis, right in my neighborhood, all around us, white America’s masked gestapo prowl the streets with impunity, kidnapping citizens, murdering others. In response, mealy-mouthed centrist Democrat officials strut about, all hat and no cattle, while the ghoulish pedophiliac leadership of the GOP, clad in Spirit Halloween fascist cosplay, slathered in their horrific clown makeup, and disfigured by their monstrous Mar-a-lago plastic surgeries, ignite illegal oil wars for their own profit, while simultaneously making jokes about the kidnappings and the murders and the bigoted persecution of immigrants and minorities and general evil fucking acts they are perpetrating in this city. These jokes are then eagerly repeated by the chortling chodes and ugly porcine little bigots who voted for the assholes, posting obsessively on the AI slop factory that is Facebook, or the preferred website of pedophiles and bigots, Twitter, as the usual complicit centrist white enablers work overtime to downplay the monstrousness of their friends and family members, because again… this is their culture. White defaults white here in America, always.

So this is the world that we find ourselves in now, a little more than one fucking week into the year 2026. It’s a world that, and again, this is an undeniable fact… the overwhelming majority of white Americans across all demographics voted for, specifically for all of this. Now the rest of us have to try to live in it. We have to try to survive it. Great, right?

Fucking hell.

Welcome to my 500th post.

So, what is there to even fucking talk about, right? Lately, I am just constantly incandescent with rage, either grinding my teeth to nubs, or deliberately turning away in an attempt at self-care, which amounts to just like, having a cupcake that tastes like ashes in my mouth. And I don’t know what to do about any of it.

So that’s where I am…

“Pay no attention to the flames charring the wood of your window frames, my friends, or the fiery conflagration consuming the world beyond… let’s talk about movie blogging!”

Fucking hell.

Honesty, I don’t know what happens next. I knew this post was coming, of course. I started tracking it around the 480th post, because that’s just what I do here at my little corner of the internet, but when I was originally beginning to think about it, back around Christmas/New Years time, I had other plans.

I was going to focus on things like the new Links page I had recently set up. This page is where all of my lesser tags are gathered—Zombies, Vampires, Comic books, my list of 20 Movies, the Found Footage films I’ve reviewed, the list of Traditional Christmas films, movies from the Marvel Cinematic Universe I’ve written about, as well as all the ones from the Trieste Science Fiction Film Festival, and maybe most importantly–at least, in the sense that it’s the entire reason why I started this blog about two years ago–there's a link for everything related to my current WIP, or my work-in-progress, for you non-writers.

Remember the novel I'm working on?

Yeah, me too.

This is also the time of year when all of the big End of the Year lists come out. I usually do a Favorite Movie list and a Favorite Comic books list, often a little later than everyone else, as I catch up to things, because COVID is still a thing, so I don’t go to movie theatres anywhere near as often anymore. I was also planning on watching the films that I had wanted to see, but missed, while I was in Trieste, and then talking about them too. I was also planning on watching all of the films in the Matt Helm series, because why not? So, besides just generally watching movies and writing about them, those were my plans for the coming year.

But god damn, if all that shit doesn’t feel kind of pointless and stupid right about now, right? I’ll get to them eventually, I imagine, just as I imagine that it will all be slow going. As will my other plan, which was to focus on my dumb book more this year, which has admittedly always been slow going, but at least... still going. I was planning on posting more excerpts too. But right now, I don’t how that will work out. I’m not saying I’m going to stop, just that I don’t know how much actual work I’ll actually get in over the next few days, or weeks, or months. It’s hard to sit and be creative in this moment of history.

"I wish the ring has never come to me. I wish none of this had happened."

"So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."

The worst part is, it’s all so unnecessary and so stupid. Like all of you, I'm sure, I just want to live and be happy and try to leave the world a better place than I found it, but these fuckers, these ugly bigots, these stupid asshole mediocre fucking white Christian shitheads, ruined everything. And only because they can't fucking stand it that other people exist, because they hate everyone who isn’t them, and they are incapable of just minding their own business and going on with their own lives and leaving everyone else alone.

I fucking hate them.

That will never change, of course. Not now. Not ever. Those fuckers and I will always be enemies now. So, maybe just to spite them, I’ll figure out an equilibrium (fingers crossed) when it comes to my creative pursuits, and I’ll start to feel a little better about indulging in them. I doubt this will happen in the coming days, weeks, months, or for who knows how long, but however it turns out, rest assured, I’m gonna keep doing my shit. What else am I going to do, right?

Still… god damn.

Anyway…

Love from Minneapolis—a city currently occupied by White American Fascists—going out to everyone in the streets, pushing back, and standing tall, everyone but those fucking prick white Americans who voted Trump three times, and the selfish bigot fucks who enable them too, the ones who think they can "reasonably" make peace by creating white supremacy, as long as the rest of us are polite about it and give the bigots some grace. To all you fuckers, I want you to know that I remember you back to when Obama won his 2nd Term, trouncing that loser weakling Mitt Romney, and how white America then lost their minds and created the Tea Party, and how you told me, at that time, and over the years since then, that I was being too mean to your bigot friends and family members, that I was over-reacting. I remember you. I want you to know that. I remember you.

And I’ll never forget.

But to the rest of you… I wish you good luck in these dark times ahead. Keep your head up. Stay strong. Take care of yourself. Watch out for each other. Never forget who the enemy is. Never forget. Never forgive.

Because someday, this will all be over...