Tuesday, March 31, 2026

March marches into history and the Whirled marches on


Trump just couldn't stay away from something that was about him...

Once again, I missed tons of opportunities this month to hold forth here on some of the jaw-dropping number of atrocities that continue to flood the zone in accordance with Slovenly Steve "Three Shirts" Bannon's master plan. There was so much to write about, and I did so much not-writing. Go ahead, call me a slacker. I can take it.

This time my lame excuse was an alarming and, frankly, life-threatening emergency due to a hemoglobin level that had dropped way down to 4.8 (trust me,
that is very bad). After my new PCP literally begged me to go to the ER, my best friend/sister-by-choice took me, and I was admitted to the hospital for two days for multiple blood transfusions and iron infusions and... well, I won't bore you with the details right now, except to say that more than one provider at the hospital expressed amazement that I was still up and walking around. Also, my years-long suspicion that I had severe iron deficiency anemia was spot-on, though tests also uncovered a few other conditions that were most likely either caused or exacerbated by the increasingly serious anemia.

The bottom line is that I seem to be on the mend, but am girding up for a deluge of hospital and individual provider bills that I will not be able to pay due to lack of insurance and money (you can help out with the latter if you're so inclined, see note at the end of this post).

But the Whirled goes on, and I certainly have every intention of going on myself. And even while I was reclining in my hospital bed hooked up to the blood transfusion apparatus, I was following the news, as I've also been doing since I returned home. Doomscrolling never takes a holiday. Indeed, there are countless things to inspire anger and despair as the ruthless American Reich regime marches on -- in recent times, most notably, the
illegal, immoral, and totally stupid war in Iran, initiated by the self-described "Peace President" and his buddy Bibi in Israel. One of the latest newsbits is Trump's blatant threat to commit war crimes if he doesn't get his way.

And MAGA is all, "Yeah, baby,
bring on the End Times. We're going to end up in Paradise with Jeezus, and anyone who doesn't agree with us will be burning in hell."

But even as we teeter on the edge of the End Times, there is still reason for hope, as symbolized most powerfully in this past weekend's No Kings mass marches and demonstrations, which by most accounts drew
record numbers of protesters who, as in the past two No Kings events, are NOT being paid by George Soros or any other real or imaginary reich-wing scapegoat, but are perfectly happy to justifiably hate Mango Mussolini and his cohorts for free.

(Not that you'd ever, ever convince Faux News and its willfully blind MAGA-cult audience that the millions of protesters are expressing genuine sentiment: no, in FAUX World, even if they're not being paid directly,
those marchers are being ruthlessly manipulated by a bunch of rich, Murcia-hating commies. Which means that all of their signs and costumes and marches and demonstrations really mean nothing at all; they don't represent the Real America.)

My favorite foul-mouthed commentator, Jeff Tiedrich, posted some words, accompanied by lots of pictures,
the day after NK3. His coverage included pics of solidarity demonstrations that took place across the globe. People all over the world hate Trump, also for free.

Tiedrich also noted, with a couple of comical pics to back up his claim:

huge crowds were everywhere — except for one place: the CPAC conference in Texas.
while millions of people were protesting the fucked-up reign of Mad King Donny, CPAC couldn’t even fill one small room.

The next day, in addition to further documenting the Mad King's madness (e.g., his obsession with tacky Corinthian columns on his gaudy gilded ballroom/bunker cover), Tiedrich posted more coverage and pics from the No Kings events. Some of the signs are true works of art.

I wasn't able to attend the NK demonstration in my town, but my bestie did, and the crowd was pretty substantial for the seat of a still-deep-red Texas county. So, as crazy as it might sound to anyone who is on the verge of giving up, as this turbulent month marches into history, I am renewing my commitment of clinging to hope as long as there's even a tiny speck of it.

And I think that you, and everyone who cares at all about the survival of democracy, should do the same. MAGA jeered and sneered at this latest No Kings event, as they did at the first two. It was their way of whistling past the graveyard, stubbornly refusing to face their own fears and doubts about the demented orange man-child they continue, against all of the evidence that he's a POS, to worship. My sense is that the only way they can go on ignoring what they know in their hearts to be true is to pretend that dissenters are either being handsomely paid or cynically manipulated or both... or that there just aren't that many of us. But the truth is that we are everywhere. We're not going away.

These past few months -- well, actually, these past two years -- have been, to say the least, a serious trial for me. But after dealing with a very stressful move and then, shortly after, facing a potentially fatal medical outcome, I think that I am finally beginning to hit my stride again. And I'll be back next month with more.

Thank you as always for visiting my Whirled.

Before you leave...
While money cannot make some nightmares go away, be they political or personal, it can make them far easier to bear. With my husband Ron's passing in February 2025, I have experienced significant income loss and have been scrambling to find more work, but in an industry increasingly being taken over by AI, it has been a challenge. And now that I am facing new personal challenges, donations are urgently needed and profoundly appreciated. Here are some ways to do it:

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