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Sunday, May 10, 2026

North Korea Just Dropped a LEGO Video: "Struggling Americans"

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North Korea Just Dropped a LEGO Video:
 "Struggling Americans"
"North Korea just dropped a LEGO-style video reacting to America’s struggle - and it’s going viral for a reason. This cinematic, emotionally charged piece breaks through the noise and exposes the hidden reality behind modern life in the United States: rising rent, collapsing middle class stability, burnout culture, medical debt, and silent suffering. Through powerful lyric storytelling and dark social commentary, this video captures the emotional weight of everyday survival. It’s not about politics - it’s about people. Workers, parents, veterans, students, and families trying to hold on in a system that feels increasingly impossible to escape. This is more than a song. It’s a mirror held up to society."

Saturday, May 9, 2026

"Gas Prices Are Breaking Americans, Riding Bikes And Rationing Medications"

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Snyder Reports, 5/9/26
"Gas Prices Are Breaking Americans, 
Riding Bikes And Rationing Medications"
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"When Diesel Runs Out Everything Stops, Prepare For Empty Shelves And Higher Inflation"

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Jeremiah Babe, 5/9/26
"When Diesel Runs Out Everything Stops, 
Prepare For Empty Shelves And Higher Inflation"
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Musical Interlude: 2002, "Remember Now"

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2002, "Remember Now"
"The inspiration for this song was a "Star Trek: The Next Generation" episode called "The Offspring". Data (an android) creates a "child" for himself which he names Lal (in the Hindi language, Lal means "Beloved"). Lal eventually dies in Data's arms, remembering and retelling the precious moments she has lived. Data transferred Lal's thoughts into his own neural net, so that she would not be forgotten."

"A Look to the Heavens"

This rock structure is not only surreal - it's real. The reason it's not more famous is that it is, perhaps, smaller than one might guess: the capstone rock overhangs only a few meters. Even so, the King of Wings outcrop, located in New Mexico, USA, is a fascinating example of an unusual type of rock structure called a hoodoo. Hoodoos may form when a layer of hard rock overlays a layer of eroding softer rock.
Figuring out the details of incorporating this hoodoo into a night-sky photoshoot took over a year. Besides waiting for a suitably picturesque night behind a sky with few clouds, the foreground had to be artificially lit just right relative to the natural glow of the background. After much planning and waiting, the final shot, featured here, was taken in May 2016. Mimicking the horizontal bar, the background sky features the band of our Milky Way Galaxy stretching overhead.”

“Requiem for a Ladybug”

“Requiem for a Ladybug”
by Frankly Francis

“You lie still less than a foot away on top of the soft mouse pad that protects me from carpal tunnel syndrome. I noticed this morning, through eyes not yet clarified by my first coffee of the day, your presence in my study. Odd, I thought, that you would even be present now. It is certainly past your time of the year in these parts.

I had the presence of mind to reckon that your life must be short. Rather than remove you from my space, both physical and mental, I decided that if these were your final moments then my study could be your Hospice and I your companion.

Your flight and movement were a little chaotic, seemingly random. You nestled in the heat of the light in the globe of my desk lamp, you circled my cranium, you landed in various spots, and in and on various objects on my desk while I got about the business of the day.

Sometimes I could see you, other times I did not know where you were. Then you would rise again to a new location. I wondered if you had any purpose in this, if there was more going on than my conscious programming allowed me to realize.

Perhaps it was, in your reality, some last business to be done? Or perhaps a ritual of your species’ existence? I hoped that if there is any pleasure in being a Ladybug that it was satisfying in some way, even so far from your natural habitat. Then you landed on your final resting spot and moved no more.

For me, my study is a place of many good things. I hope in your last moments it was to you as well. Rest in Peace my little Ladybug. And thanks for reminding me of the preciousness and fragility of life.”

Chet Raymo, “Take My Arm”

“Take My Arm”
by Chet Raymo

“I’m sure I have referenced here before the poems of Grace Schulman, she who inhabits that sweet melancholy place between “the necessity and impossibility of belief.” Between, too, the necessity and impossibility of love.

Belief and love. They have so much in common, yet are as distinct as self and other. How strange that two people can hitch their lives together, on a whim, say, or wild intuition, knowing little if nothing about the other’s hiddenness, about things that even the other does not fully understand and couldn’t articulate even if he did. Blind, deaf, dumb, they leap into the future, hoping to fly, and, for a moment, soaring, like Icarus, sunward. The necessity of wax. The impossibility of wax. We “fall” in love, they say. Schulman: “We slog. We tramp the road of possibility. Give me your arm.”

"The Essence Of Human Existence..."

"Curiosity is the essence of human existence.
'Who are we? Where are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going?'
I don't know. I don't have any answers to those questions.
I don't know what's over there around the corner. But I want to find out."
- Eugene Cernan

"The Invitation"

"The Invitation"

"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have
become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,
to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul;
if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty,
every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like
the company you keep in the empty moments."

- Oriah Mountain Dreamer

The Daily "Near You?"

Alexander City, Alabama, USA. Thanks for stopping by!

"The Molten Pit Of Human Reality..."

"Friedrich Nietzsche in ‘Beyond Good and Evil’ holds that only a few people have the fortitude to look in times of distress into what he calls the molten pit of human reality. Most, studiously, ignore the pit. Artists and philosophers, for Nietzsche, are consumed however by an insatiable curiosity, a quest for truth and a desire for meaning. They venture down into the bowels of the molten pit. They get as close as they can before the flames and heat drive them back. This intellectual and moral honesty, Nietzsche wrote, comes with a cost. Those singed by the fire of reality become ‘burnt children’ he wrote, eternal orphans in empires of illusion."
 - Chris Hedges

Freely download "Beyond Good And Evil", by Friedrich Nietzsche, here:
"We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man's character is his fate, it's not a choice but a calling. Sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter from the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monster without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss, into the laughing face of madness."
- Fox Mulder, "X-Files"

“Screw The Way Things Are, I Want Out!”

“Screw The Way Things Are, I Want Out!”
by Paul Rosenberg

“This is a beautiful planet, filled, in the main, with decent, cooperative humans. And yet, I want out. Give me any kind of functional spaceship and any reasonable chance, and I’ll take it. This place is anti-human. It chokes the best that’s in us, aggressively and self-righteously. I was struck not long ago by a comment of Ludwig Wittgenstein’s, in which he expressed the same kind of feeling: “I ought to have become a star in the sky. Instead of which I have remained stuck on earth…”

All of us who’ve had a moment of transcendence - who made some type of contact with what is truly the best inside ourselves - have also sensed that life in the current world is incompatible with it. I think we should stop burying that understanding beneath piles of “that’s the way things are,” “we should be realistic,” and “you can’t fight City Hall.” Screw the way things are, screw “realistic,” and screw City Hall too. I was made for better things than this, and you were too.

Everywhere I turn, some kind of ruler, sub-ruler, enforcer, regulator, or “right-thinking” quasi-enforcer demands not only my money but also for me to make myself easy to punish, thus showing myself to be a good subservient. That’s not just wrong; it’s a disease. I don’t care whether such people are “following orders,” “just doing their job,” or whatever else they tell themselves to soothe their rightly troubled souls. That mode of living is perverse, and these people are enforcing a disease.

Let me make this part very clear: The desire to control others is disease; it is corruption. Willing controllers are a morally inferior class. And the truly deranged thing is that these people rule the world! Forget about why this is so - we can debate that later - focus rather on the utter insanity of this: A minority of moral defectives, who think extortion is a virtue, rule people who are happy to live and let live, by force.

That’s outright lunacy. And to support the lunacy, we have lies, intimidation, and slogans: “In a democracy, you’re really ruling yourself,” “Only crazy people disagree,” “It’s always been this way,” and so on. To all of which I reply, How stupid do you think we are? You drilled that crap into us when we were children, but we’re not children anymore. And if “our way” isn’t as bad as North Korea, that makes it right? Only to a fool.

And the results of “the way it’s always been”… my God, the results… A study from the 1980s found that since 3600 BC, the world has known only 292 years of peace. During this period there have been 14,531 wars, large and small, in which 3.6 billion people have been killed.

This is what I’m supposed to serve with all my heart and soul? A Bronze Age system that can’t keep itself from slaughter? We’re talking about a 5,600-year track record of mass death, and yet fundamental change is considered unthinkable? Well, screw that too, because I think deep, fundamental change is called for, and was called for a long time ago.

Again, this is a wonderful planet and most of the people on it are decent, but it is ruled by insanity, and I want out. Yes, I know, there’s really nowhere to go. Every place I might go is dominated by the same diseased model, and dissent is punished the same, and in some places worse. That’s one of the reasons space appeals to me; it gives me a chance to escape this madness.

I’ll draw this to a close with a passage from C. Delisle Burns’s wonderful "The First Europe," describing why the Roman Empire collapsed: “Great numbers of men and women were unwilling to make the effort required for the maintenance of the old order, not because they were not good enough to fulfill their civic duties, but because they were too good to be satisfied with a system from which so few derived benefit.”

I, for one, am unwilling to expend any effort to maintain the present order. It is by its nature incompatible with the best that is in us, and always will be. Those of us who want to be more and better cannot support the current order without opposing what’s best in ourselves. Screw that.”

The Poet: William Butler Yeats, "The Second Coming"

"The Second Coming"

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

- William Butler Yeats, January 1919

"Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world," indeed...

"Don't Imagine..."

"We have now sunk to a depth at which the restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men. Do remember that dishonesty and cowardice always have to be paid for. Don't imagine that for years on end you can make yourself the boot-licking propagandist of any régime, and then suddenly return to mental decency."
- George Orwell

Free Download: Jiddu Krishnamurti, "The Book of Life "

"You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. 
That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, 
that is why you must sing and dance, 
and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life."
- Jiddu Krishnamurti, "The Book of Life"

Freely download "The Book of Life" and many other works
 by Jiddu Krishnamurti, here:

"After All..."

“The acceptance of ambiguity implies more than the commonplace understanding that some good things and some bad things happen to us. It means that we know that good and evil are inextricably intermixed in human affairs; that they contain, and sometimes embrace, their opposites; that success may involve failure of a different kind, and failure may be a kind of triumph.”
- Sydney J. Harris

And, of course, the universal and inevitable excuse…
“A person who is going to commit an inhuman act invariably 
excuses himself to himself by saying, “I’m only human, after all.”
- Sydney J. Harris
I've always wondered...
Everyone says “Only human…” compared to what?
Billy Joel, "Only Human"

"How It Really Is"

 

"2026 – Of Potatoes and Pitchforks"

"2026 – Of Potatoes and Pitchforks"
by Ashes of Pompeii

"We are stepping into a period where multiple systemic failures are colliding rather than unfolding one at a time and the usual vocabulary of crisis feels inadequate. Overlapping conflicts, tightening energy markets, fraying social contracts, sovereign debt burdens that leave little room for maneuver, and an agricultural sector standing on the edge of a perfect storm. This is not a single emergency to be managed by a single agency. It is a polycrisis, and it is arriving at a moment when the Western world is arguably the least equipped to respond. The institutions that should coordinate the response are hollowed out. The public trust required to ask for shared sacrifice is gone. What remains is a landscape of fractured authority, depleted reserves, and a population that believes the people in charge do not understand the physical world they are supposed to govern.

Even more than the energy crunch reveiving most of the headlines, agriculture and food may end up being the spark that sets the world on fire. Rising fertilizer and energy costs, together with a predicted “Super El Nino” later this year will disrupt harvest cycles across multiple continents. Hunger probably awaits many who have never experienced it before.

This in a situation where the political class has largely burned through whatever credibility it may have (inexplicably) retained. Approval ratings sit near historic lows, and that decay extends across party lines. There is no credible opposition waiting in the wings either. The old political machines have lost their tether to everyday life, operating more as closed ecosystems than as representative bodies. Political parties operate outside or above the communities they are meant to serve, and governance has become an exercise in internal maneuvering rather than problem solving. That vacuum has been filled by a different kind of currency: networking, patronage, and the ability to navigate bureaucratic corridors. Real competence, the kind that builds things, maintains infrastructure, and understands material systems, has been sidelined. The result is a leadership cohort perhaps skilled at managing internal relations and virtual perceptions but wholly incapable in managing physical reality.

This gap between management and materiality runs deep. Many of today’s leaders rose through an environment shaped by MBA logic, where success is measured in quarterly reports, slide decks, and optimized spreadsheets. In that world, a problem is solved by allocating a budget, rebranding an initiative, or restructuring an org chart. But lines in an Excel sheet are not reality. Pixels on a screen do not grow wheat, repair a transformer, or refine fertilizer. Increasing a budget for food security does nothing if the agronomists, the transport networks, and the energy to run irrigation systems are no longer there. You cannot manage a physical shortage with a financial instrument. Yet that is precisely the toolkit so many decision makers have been trained to use. The result is a governing class that can talk fluently about strategy while remaining bewildered when a port jams, a harvest fails, or a grid flickers.

The erosion of practical knowledge extends into education. Graduates increasingly leave school without basic skills, and enrollment in STEM fields has declined across much of the West. Meanwhile, countries like Iran now produce as many STEM graduates as the United States. This is not just a statistic. It signals a shift in who will hold the technical knowledge required to maintain complex societies. At the same time, the legal system is being pulled into political combat. Lawfare is now routine in both America and Europe, used to harass opponents, delay policy, and exhaust adversaries. This tactic discredits the judiciary and invites escalation, turning courts into another front in the culture war rather than a neutral arbiter. Despite the lawfare, some of its targets will reach power – Trump being the prime example. And it is to be expected that those persecuted or prosecuted (depending on your PoV) in the past, will use similar tactics in the future. Not a good sign for governability going forward.

Trust has eroded elsewhere too. The media landscape has splintered into competing narratives, each claiming authority while losing the confidence of the audience it claims to inform. People have retreated into separate information ecosystems, making shared reality almost impossible to establish. When what were once generally trusted media institutions present as fact, things that can, in a simple click or two, be shown to be false or highly misleading, all credibility is lost. Without agreement on basic facts, coordinated action becomes unthinkably difficult.

Meanwhile, economic stagnation and industrial hollowing out have widened the gap between the secure and the precarious. Poverty and inequality sit at generational peaks. Record debt levels mean the old escape route, spending our way out of trouble, is largely closed. But even if the money were available, the underlying problem remains: money is not a substitute for capacity. A leader trained to see budgets as levers may not grasp that you cannot appropriate funds into existence for a commodity that simply does not exist. If the fertilizer plant is offline, if the skilled technicians have retired, if the energy to power production is unavailable, no amount of fiscal stimulus will conjure them. Where a crisis such as 2008 was financial, today the foundation of the crisis is physical.

All of this raises a brutal question. How do you navigate a compound emergency when you cannot even agree on what the emergency is, let alone who should lead the response? Sacrifices are inevitable. Supply chains will tighten. Living standards will dip. Hard choices about allocation will have to be made. Yet the traditional path of democratic consensus, where leaders explain the threat, much of the public accepts temporary hardship, and everyone moves forward together, is simply not available. The trust required for that social contract has been spent. Expecting unity under these conditions is not just naive. It is a distraction from the work that actually needs to be done.

If consensus is off the table, and if the tools of financial engineering cannot conjure physical capacity, and if the people in charge have never been required to demonstrate competence beyond managing perceptions, then what remains? We are left with a series of acute pressures and a governing class that lacks the credibility, the skills, and the shared factual ground to address them. The polycrisis does not wait for our institutions to recover. It advances on its own timeline. The first question is not how we solve it. The question is how we even begin to confront it when the very mechanisms for collective decision have failed. Sacrifices will need to be made, but how do we decide what, who, and where if we cannot agree on what is real, or on who has the right to ask? In 2008 President Obama famously told a collection of CEO’s of “too big to fail” financial institutions that “I am the only thing between you and the pitchforks”. This time, there is no one, no thing, that could, if it came down to it, confront the pitchforks. Is 2026 finally the year of Obama’s pitchforks? In the meantime, we should put them to good use planting potatoes, they may come in handy next winter."

Dan, I Allegedly, "Credit Card Panic! - Banks Don’t Trust You Anymore"

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Dan, I Allegedly, 5/9/26
"Credit Card Panic! - 
Banks Don’t Trust You Anymore"
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Adventures With Danno, "Massive Changes At Dollar Tree!"

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Adventures With Danno, 5/9/26
"Massive Changes At Dollar Tree!"
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