Crawlies.
As we regress from clown to clown
This one will bring us all to ground
Do no fret, Britain, do not frown
Embrace the Hell and the Hellhound.
Be happy, clappy and eat shit brown.
Really folks, don’t even bother kvetching. It’s done. And don’t imagine for a moment that young Rishi wouldn’t have been any better. It’s called Entropy, see. A cada bugada es perd un llencol, said The Poet. He was spot on; poets often are. Never mind. Go with Mehitabel and enjoy whatever life, of whatever kind, you may have left.
Have some more pop poetry:
Lizzie Borden took an axe
and gave her mother forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done,
she gave her father forty-one.
And un’po’ di totally For The Hell of It mu’:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7ow6ge5BBw

Boulder Girl 2. This is a kind of collective birthday card/memo (a salutary reminder, lest we forget) for, in no particular order, Pakistan, myself, India in her present form, anyone who thinks they need reminding of certain facts of life and poor old recently-stabbed Salman Rushdie, whose quotation the lapidary lady is throwing at the howling night winds.
Have a splendiferous rest of the week.
Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell tonight?
Whom else from rapture’s road will you expel tonight?
Agha Shahid Ali
And in case you’re in the mood for some totally spiffing un po’ di mu’:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYxN_4i_mOA
PS. This is also, in a sort of roundabout sneaky way, for my mate “Yazz”, gone from the Iper.sphere and somewhat unintentionally neglected but by no means forgotten, no way.

Minimalist Mice. Listen to the tiny rodent’s advice. Life is too short to waste on, say, identity politics, or blaming Putin for the heat wave, or discussing the relative merits of Grossly-Richy Sunak v Lizz Trussed-In-Knots. Have a fab weekend and un po’ di tangentially relevant and endearingly frivolous mu’ from my dearly departed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzTQkd7ttIo

Gemini2. Sometimes more is more. Two chubby chappies for the price of one. Lovely. Two Snakes of Tindalos. Groovy! Two Bulky Ancestors… Well, that’s beyond spiffingness, innit. Have a grand week.

Questions, Questions. It’s as the cat says. No point. Waste of time. No matter how right your question is if it doesn’t suit Them and their servile media to answer it, or, more to the point, answer it truthfully, then They won’t. And there’s little point in seeking answers elsewhere (and there are plenty of trustworthy “wheres” out there, believe me). You’ll only end up with a lot of righteously groovy answers and … nowhere to go with them. Have a sponditious week.

G

Message. (New Series: Bottled Messages. No.1.) I have always dreamed of finding a message in a bottle. Two days ago I found one. In the rain water bucket outside my garden door. It came in a double bottle, look you. And a very good message it was, too. Unfortunately I can’t share it with you because a postscript informed me that it was creature-specific and extremely classified, very hush-hush. Too bad. So I’m posting a picture of the vessels and of Bubbles and BoomBoom in enraptured contemplation of the containers. You may say hello to Bubbles and BoomBoom. They always welcome cheery words and so on. You may also send them Smarties. They’d like that VERY much. Have a grand weekend, stay in the shade, drink lots of water and don’t waste any worrying energy on the impending Tory leadership “election”. Just assume we’ll end up with someone even worse that Bojo. Remember: A cada bugada es perd un llençol…

Fat Totem.
This fat little beastie totemic
Merry, subtle and polemic
Has witchings and jujus aplenty
Because of his modus vivendi:
Batty, gainly and ecumenic.

This plump little creature sublime,
A totem who’s now in his prime,
Has magic and purges galore
That will thrill and shake your core
And rid you of all mental grime.

(This chubby organism totemic
Is trying to start a pandemic
Of sweet rebel anarchism
Even if that means a schism
With some pompous academic.)

Making a Point. Pick a point. Any point. Make it a good one, though; one with brass knobs on and attendant dancing fireflies. Argue it clearly, cogently and free of jargon. Back your evidence with forensic precision and solid, easily provable facts. Put some passion into your delivery but don’t drift into messianic hysteria. There. You’ll have been wasting your time and breath.
For if your argument runs contrary to the mainstream doctrine, the prevailing Group-Thought of the moment, it could be delivered by God himself, on an all-channels prime-time TV stunt and still it wouldn’t cut any ice with either Joe Public or with the Masters of the Universe (aka Them).
Because if the Good Shepherds say that Covid-19 was worse than all the plages of Egypt put together, or that Putin, personally, poisoned the Skripals and invaded Ukraine just for the Hell of it, or that we live in a democracy, then that’s what the WeThePeople will believe and bleat back at you and to anyone else foolish enough to back you up.
And you’ll be called all sort of unpleasant names into the bargain. And in some cases burnt at the stake on the local Common. Now you know.
Have a spiffing life.

Stardust. or How We All Go Back to the Same Place Sooner or Latter. Which is indeed better than a slap in the face with the proverbial wet kipper. Also, vastly unfair, seen from the perspective of this here & now perishable flesh. I mean, is it seemly than Henry Kissinger ’s subatomic particles should have the same fate as my own? No, not really. Fortunately Nature and the laws of physics know nothing (and care even less) about fairness, or decorum or such petty human matters. There. Have a splendiferous week. (And stay sane, for Bumba’s sake. The psychopathy levels are on the rise and rise and rise.)

Time’s Up. No rant necessary. The Tadpoles and the GMCA racoon have got it spot on. However, sometimes there’s news out there that can still raise a smile…of despair. Look!:
https://boriquagato.substack.com/p/kitten-corner-the-rubber-room-gang?token=eyJ1c2VyX2lkIjo4MDQ1OTgxNSwicG9zdF9pZCI6NTY5NTI3NTEsIl8iOiJCaDlkeiIsImlhdCI6MTY1MzgzNTU5OCwiZXhwIjoxNjUzODM5MTk4LCJpc3MiOiJwdWItMzIzOTE0Iiwic3ViIjoicG9zdC1yZWFjdGlvbiJ9.wykv898_FPWWQU1VIK1amQ9DYrX1manUS9evUfDYndw&s=r
And:
https://duckduckgo.com/?q=youtube%2C+do+do+the+monkey+do&t=newext&iax=videos&ia=videos&iai=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D10OCBNR8L0Y
(Do it before the Antarctic shelves collapse totally and with them the penguins.)
The world in Their hands. Dear, oh dear… Never mind. Up Mehitabel! Keep on smiling, resisting, biting, irritating and making like difficult for Them. Beware of money business and have sponditious week, do. Love and lemon frappé.