
My main advice? Don’t read the polls.
I know some of you are canvassing, making calls, posting excellent content, writing postcards. If you are, keep at it. Today, I’m sending 10 more postcards, this time to New York trying to flip back one of those five seats that went red last time.
Try not to think too much about how even if Trump loses we have a major problem with the oligarchs in this country.
(And also with the brain-washed. The death of facts. The disinterest in shared reality. No small parenthetical, this).
Peter Thiel, have you heard? He thinks the non-innovators in our country ought to be boiled into goo to fuel the lives of the innovators. He was joking, I guess. Jeff Bezos can date a giant-breasted younger woman, but has no balls, apparently. And “jumping dipshit” while a perfect description of Musk (courtesy of Walz), doesn’t even begin to describe the danger of THAT immigrant, whose acts at this point can only be described as treason. Security clearance, anyone?
Of course in the inexplicable way of looping media, we knew AGES ago that Musk cut out Starlink communications to Ukraine at a critical moment early in the war. And Kelly’s “revelation”? The only really new thing is that he was willing to say what he knew about trump out loud, on tape. Jeezus. Bring me back to a world where October surprises are even possible.
Although it’s almost unavoidable, try not to focus too much on the moral collapse of our media. Trust your gut. Trust your God, if you have one. Watch an Obama speech. Read the James Carville opinion piece that I’m gifting you: Three Reasons I’m Certain Kamala Harris Will Win.
Take a walk. Make an apple crisp. Rake leaves. Sign up for Jude’s new Substack. Go to the gym. Knit. Ignore the polls. Read Robert Hubbell. Get a manicure if that’s your thing. Call your mother if she’s alive. Brush the dog. Clean out a drawer. Leave me a review on Amazon. Really. Go leave me a review on Amazon. Go read about Liz’s peace pins. Maybe make one of your own. Or go read what I wrote after receiving one in the mail, years back. Get your haircut. Learn how to cook a perfect omelette. Or just go out to breakfast.
Speaking of that fuckwad Jeff Bezos, I hate that Amazon book reviews matter, but they matter — algorithms, puke. I’m not above begging here. If you’ve already left one, thank you! They don’t have to be brilliant or long. They count the number of reviews and not really their content beyond the number of stars. But of course I love praise — who doesn’t?
And now off for my morning coffee. Getting out of bed at 8:30, staying up ‘til after 11, still somewhat on California time.
Remember Joyce Vance’s line: we’re in this together.
P.S. After lamenting the lack of making in this house, yesterday I finished stitching a heart pillow begun ages ago and filled it with balsam. And cut and paste a little. Below are a few of those collages.








BTW, the maga hat wearer is Andrew Anglin, founder of the Neo-Nazi website “stormtroopers.”
Resurrecting his ugly mug just in time for trump’s Madison Square Garden Nazi rally!








































