Dr. Guy Incognito DDS
@guyincognitodds
Poorly anonymized historian of the conspiracist far right.
So many thoughts about ICE that shouldn't go into writing.
Metro stations continue to be absolutely beautiful. Humid as all hell down here, though.
@amtrak.com I love you. You're great. But we need to talk. No train that touches New York City can legally call this...bread (which is not bad, mind you!)...a "bialy."
"I'll take care of these edits and have it to you next week."
Life-long slaver Thomas Jefferson in 1787 on how any just God was bound to eventually crush the U.S. in the name of the enslaved:
My meadow, like many first-time native meadows, started out with a not-great seed mix. Loads of stuff I've had to rip out (looking at you, blanket flower). But today I discovered that a seed from three years ago picked this year to become the extremely-rare-in-New England Oligoneuron rigidum!
Either someone is setting bait for a very specific mugging or an alien won a storage auction.
Nesta Webster (née Bevan) (pictured) was an heiress to a prominent banking family. She became an author of popular histories of the French Revolution. However, she also became convinced that she was a reincarnated French aristocrat killed during the Revolution.
Greater Boston if Taxachusetts was real and we stopped hating new and/or fun things:
Current star of the meadow: Penstemon hirsutus (Hairy Beardtongue). Endangered and extremely rare in Massachusetts and I've managed to grow at least two new ones without really trying. Terrific flowers, wretchedly scented seeds.
Upside to this week's unhinged weather: the mushroom factory is active.
It figures that a fucked up day like this is the same day I find my first legitimate "they don't know what they have" treasure in a thrift shop:
Apropos of today's collective agreement that adults need to stop killing kids over their needle anxiety: Blood banks are constantly short of blood. Go donate. Do double reds if you can. It's very easy and literally helps keep people alive. Tattoo disqualification is essentially a myth!
Boston-exclusive tip: Haymarket is buried in perfectly good organic raspberries this weekend. $1 a pint at basically every stall. I got a dozen pints for $8.
Between the Civil War and 1932, Republicans were the party of government, with a virtual monopoly on the presidency and the Senate (Cleveland and Wilson as the rare exceptions). Any other state of affairs was essentially unthinkable through the 1920s. Then this happened and remade the U.S.: