Sunday, August 11, 2019


“Under the God, under the God

One step over the red line
Under the God, under the God
Ten steps into the crazy, crazy

Washington heads in the toilet bowl
Don't see supremacist hate
Right wing dicks in their boiler suits
Picking out who to annihilate (nihilate night train)

Toxic jungle of Uzi trails
Tribesmen just wouldn't live here
Fascist flare is fashion cool
Well, you're dead, you just ain't buried yet

Under the God, under the God

As the walls came tumbling down
So, the secrets that we shared
I believed you by the palace gates
Now the savage days are here…”
     Under The God (Bowie) Tin Machine 1989

And how has YOUR weekend been going? I know, at this point, historically, right now that belongs right up there with “All other things aside, how did you enjoy the play, Mrs. Lincoln?” Ladies and gentlemen, What. The. Hell?

First off, short and sweet for right now. Here are just the facts, ma’am, Dragnet-style, straight from the front page of Drudge with every available link.

I, of course, know you don’t come here to Bugout Central for just the facts, but for now, let’s go slow. I feel like we all need to just to get our bearings in this hall of mirrors with a quicksand floor. I, for one, with no sleep and a head full of crazy feel like wigging out supremely, but I’m fighting that urge…for now at least. Hopefully all of you know me well enough by now to know that, fear not, the deep end of the pool is just around the corner. Just for tonight though, slow and steady is going to win the race.

But this is monumental Iceberg territory – what we know now, what we see, is but a fraction of the whole. This is through a glass, darkly, times infinity.

So let’s drink our numerous coffees, and ponder, hopefully get a few hours sleep, and meet back here down on the digital docks in a few days – let’s hope for Tuesday, God willing and the creek don’t rise as they say in the South.

And put those Storm Warning flags out.


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