META Loves Me, this I know…

OR: Be-cause FaceBook Tells Me So…

Well, that’s amusing… wonder if someone has complained and the Great Gawds of META have acted accordingly… time will tell.

Taking a force break from interacting with them until further notice. It’s not like I haven’t anything else to play with, right [looks over at the synths on the desk and the guitar on the other side]?

“…it’s even worse than it appears.”

Or: WHAT?!?!

How in the hell did these NOT show up in the morning news feeds this past week?

… and here, so with two examples we KNOW this IS NOT SATIRE!

And why the headline above (if you know me, you know I’m not a huge Grateful Dead fan, but sometimes…), you ask? Well, machinations within machinations within in machinations. Sometimes there really ARE patterns to be seen.

And there you have it.


#HUELGA

#USRegimeChangeNOW

#TrumpEtAliaDelendusEst

#DemocracyDiesInOligarchy

“You must remember this…”

Or: I miss Marianne…

In case you were wondering why the US is now engaged in an utterly illegal action against Iran, with the explicit help of Israel —

“Could have come through anytime,

Cold lonely, puritan

What are you fighting for ?

It’s not my security.

It’s just an old war,

Not even a cold war,

Don’t say it in Russian,

Don’t say it in German.

Say it in broken English,

Say it in broken English.

Lose your father, your husband,

Your mother, your children.

What are you dying for ?

It’s not my reality.

It’s just an old war,

Not even a cold war,

Don’t say it in Russian,

Don’t say it in German.

Say it in broken English,

Say it in broken English.

What are you fighting for ?

What are you fighting for ?

What are you fighting for ?

What are you fighting for ?

What are you fighting for ?

What are you fighting for ?

Could have come through anytime,

Cold lonely, puritan.

What are you fighting for ?

It’s not my security.

It’s just an old war,

Not even a cold war,

Don’t say it in Russian,

Don’t say it in German.

Say it in broken English,

Say it in broken English.

Say it in broken English,

Say it in broken English.

What are you fighting for ?

What are you fighting for ?

What are you fighting for ?

What are you fighting …”

“In Darkness Let Me Dwell…”

Or: “Semper Dowland, semper dolens”

What fresh hell is this?

Words like “out of control”, “insanity”, “regime change now” are all springing to mind but the regime change needs to be in Washington, DC. I’m not supporting the zealots in Tehran, but I am emphatically calling for invocation of the 25th Amendment of the US Constitution or for the US Congress to initiate impeachment proceedings against one of the most corrupt administrations in US history.

Nothing less.

And preferably on the grounds of treason and sedition so that the others engaged in the support of the convicted felon currently residing in the White House can also be removed from power.

https://youtu.be/-ge1VLj2Vf0?si=od8K0n1spHGLcHWo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnaAqbQucu0&list=RDpnaAqbQucu0&start_radio=1

Four hundreds (roughly) separate these two; this is 400th anniversary of Dowland’s death, he “whose touch upon the lute lute doth ravish human sense.”

… hail Freedonia.

Or: “…we’re going to war.

To the Office of the President:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyeKYQdYISg&list=RDyyeKYQdYISg&start_radio=1

https://youtu.be/jBF3K1J9wHI?si=qk-GlwQAOEsYaWen

https://youtu.be/ztZI2aLQ9Sw?si=NtA1PzupxSvby3iI

https://youtu.be/p-JeQduJ0f8?si=2Rr8fXJkHmFZXdEr

… but for the those of us that bear the brunt of your corrupt, grifting, and blatant arrogance:

https://youtu.be/7IX4gWkFqvU?si=CQKFY8EM_sGfz0un

Heil Scouting Amerika!

Or: “Die neue Verband der amerikanischen Arbeiterjugend

Deep in the midst of watching the Watergate Hearings, several of us were talking about the fact that some of the Utah chapters of the Boy Scouts had received training in the use of automatic weapons — we joked a little about it, given the surreality of what was happening around us. Yes, there might have been the recreational usage of certain herbal preparations of suspect legality, but the facts were out there.

Fast forward to the Orwellian dimensions of the Current Regime and the recent announcement by the “Department of War” —


“WASHINGTON (AP) — Scouting America will alter several policies at the urging of the Pentagon, including one targeting transgender youths, Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth announced Friday as he pushes a campaign against military support for diversity, equity and inclusion efforts.

Some of the changes mirror what the organization suggested to the Defense Department in January, which included discontinuing its Citizenship in Society merit badge and introducing a Military Service merit badge as well as waiving registration fees for the children of military personnel.”

https://apnews.com/article/scouting-america-pentagon-military-boy-scouts

This is verging on familiar territory, and not in a good way:

https://universityarchives.princeton.edu/2021/06/a-princeton-area-nazi-boys-camp-and-civil-liberties-in-new-jersey-in-the-1930s/

https://www.sundaypost.com/fp/creator-of-taggart-reveals-the-human-stories-behind-an-unlikely-and-unsettling-alliance-on-the-eve-of-wartherell-be-no-more-murders-tv-sleuth-writer-rules-out-comeback/

https://www.scout.org/node/330

‘Don’t go to the US – not with Trump in charge’

Or: Democracy Dies In Oligarchy

Yes, there were some infractions — ANYONE traveling ANYWHERE these days should be VERY careful about keeping travel documents up to date, but the overall treatment of these two borders on the surrealistically absurd.

“Karen Newton was in America on the trip of a lifetime when she was shackled, transported and held for weeks on end. With tourism to the US under increasing strain, she says, ‘If it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone’.

Democracy Dies in Oligarchy

Or: We are all volunteers of Amerika

There was a phrase that appeared frequently — in some circles — in the late 60’s and 70’s among those who understood a modicum of Spanish” “Sal si puedes.”

“Get out if you can.” The phrase actually has a history going back further (of which I was unaware of, but imparts an ever greater weight, being conflated into a single word, the name that has come to commemorate an indigenous massacre in Uruguay on 11 April 1831. So the revolutionary roots actually run deep.

On this, the eve of another State of the (Dis)Union, there is so much blatant corruption evident in The Current Regime. Echoing the words challenging a man whose name has become synonymous for the exercise blatant corrupt power, “Have you no shame?” To which the answer appears to be, “No.”

The open grift, the failure to bring justice for the victims of EpsteinEtCie, the all-but-treasonous behavior of those entrusted with the defense of the country… where does it end? Why is the US so slow to respond?

On December 3, 2024, accusing the opposition party of engaging in “anti-state activities,” Yoon declared martial law. He suspended political activities, including convenings of the national and local legislatures, and he placed restrictions on the press. Fortunately for South Korea, it was all over within days: Yoon was impeached on December 14, arrested the next January 15, and on Thursday he was sentenced to life in prison.

One can only hope that resolution is at hand…

“Thousands of Western nationals fought Israel’s war on Gaza: What to know”

Or: Which Side Of History Do You Want to Be On, Bucko?

Al Jazeera reporting on the s0-called “cease fire” in Gaza, or should we say, the continuing genocide there. It seems that The West (Qu’est-ce que c’est ça ?) has still more to answer for.

They report that over 50,000 of the soldiers involved on the Israeli side of things hold multiple passports, the overwhelming number coming from the US and Europe.

Eyes on ICE: For Those About to Rock

Call it another “Public Service Advisory”, this time for those about to hit the streets. A single link to a YouTube video (about 8 minutes long) on documenting and recording what our favorite Geheimspolizei are doing.

Links here —

https://www.youtube.com/live/zqka9fUTwdA?si=r4YLmlCuoVrWM180

✊ ✊ ✊

#HUELGA
#USRegimeChangeNOW
#TrumpEtAliaDelendusEst
#SayTheNamesReneeGoodAlexPretti
#07January20250is4May1970
#KeepLaughingAtTheFascists

A Public Action Safety Advisory…

It would, indeed, be a REAL SHAME if this information was to be shared WIDELY. (C&P from a post on the META platforms)

REMEMBER: #ActionSpeaksLouderThanThoughtsAndPrayers

From a comrade:

It would be a shame if the protesters began making their signs out of quarter-inch-thick plywood to stop rubber bullets, forming a tight shield wall to prevent police from singling out and mobbing individual protesters. It would be a shame if the people behind the shield wall held up umbrellas so that tear gas canisters fired over their heads on the front line will be bounced away. It would be a shame if protesters began constructing improvised armor vests out of duct tape, hard-backed books, and ceramic tiles.

It would be a shame if protesters started wearing safety glasses, hard hats, respirators, and gardening gloves, all of which can be found at the same hardware stores as the plywood. It would be a shame if they started using traffic cones (the kind without the hole in the top), upside down buckets, or other improvised lids to contain teargas by placing them over the canisters.

It would be a shame if protesters learned that police scanners are legal to own in the US, allowing them to learn where police are moving, and what routes they intend to take. It would be a shame if they discovered that these scanners can be used to send as well as receive, allowing them to flood the scanner frequencies with noise.

All of this would be a terrible, terrible shame.

**An even worse shame would be to start donating these items to protesters.

It would be a TERRIBLE shame if they also started making these and distributing them.

Use a handheld scroll saw to cut the pieces out, and a blowtorch, sandpaper, or scotch Brite grinding wheel to deburr the edges.

To form them better to fit the body, you can use a heat gun to soften the plastic and make it more pliable, bend it to shape and then cool it rapidly in a storage bin full of water. You can alsop shape them by putting the pieces into a 200 degrees (Fahrenheit) oven for 15 minutes. From there you shape them as rapidly as possible (oven mitts are highlu recommended), and then quench to cool the plastic and set the shape.

Glue foam floor mat to the inside for additional shock absorption and assemble with straps. The original maker used leather, as he works leather as a hobby and generally have some lying around. I used Chicago screws to attach them, and locate to secure the threads, but really the attachment and assembly method isn’t a hard line to make these work, so use whatever method you prefer.

You can also get these barrels in black or white (use white to make armor for medics).

*It would be an awful shame if you copied and pasted this and saved the pics to post yourself, so that they couldn’t delete the original and all linked posts (again).”

Public Service Advisory

I’m linking to my original source for this story, but also to the organization that poster references in their statement. This crap has got to stop. Now.

#ActionsSpeakLouderThanThoughtsAndPrayers

https://www.facebook.com/AltUSNationalParkService

This is the organization mentioned at the end of the post:

https://immigrantdefensenetwork.org/

The following was posted on their Facebook account on Monday, 12 January, 2026 —

“Good morning,

My name is Brandon Siguenza, and I am a US citizen from Minneapolis. Yesterday, while doing legal observation, ICE stopped their cars to harass my friend and me. They sprayed pepper spray into the vent of our vehicle. We held our hands in the air and told them we were not obstructing, that the car was in park and they were free to drive forward and away. There was no active immigration raid. They returned to their cars, and drove forward a bit, then decided to stop again. They surrounded us, smashed the windows of our car, opened the doors (they were unlocked), ripped my friend and I out of the car and arrested us on charges of obstruction.

I was put in an unmarked SUV, separated from my friend. As I was put in the back seat an ICE agent tore the whistle off my neck and said “I’ll be taking this, I might need it later.” My phone was knocked out of my hand while being arrested. As we drove away I asked the driver and the passenger if they wouldn’t mind buckling my seatbelt, as they were driving erratically. I was ignored. I asked them if I could have the handcuffs loosened, as I was losing circulation, and was told no. At one point the passenger realized his own driver’s license was in the backseat next to mine, and tried to surreptitiously grab it without me seeing it.

We were taken to the Whipple federal building, where I saw dozens of brown people being processed in an unheated garage. I was frisked, told of my charges, and saw buses and vans being prepped. I later learned that these were being filled with detainees and driven to the airport for deportation. As we were led in, I noticed that the building was very busy. I got the impression that one of the 2 agents bringing me around was being trained. At multiple points throughout my stay, government agents were unable to open doors, not sure where they were meant to be going, and overall confused and overwhelmed. They couldn’t figure out how to use the building phones, or complained about a lack of cell service preventing them from checking the internet or making calls.

The people in the cells were extremely scared. We heard people screaming “let me out!”, crying, wailing and terrified screams. There were cells with as many as 8 people. I have no way of knowing how long they have been there, if they were allowed any contact with the outside world, or if they were being brought food or water. Most people were staring at the ground with almost no energy. I was not allowed to talk to anyone imprisoned. I distinctly remember seeing a desperate woman. She was staring at the ground with her head in her hands crying, hopeless, while her friend or family member sat on a bathroom seat observed by 3 men.

My friend and I were put in an area for “USCs,” which we eventually learned meant US citizens, separated by gender. We were imprisoned for 8 hours, during which my friend was never allowed a phone call. I was allowed to call my wife and tell her where I was. During my interview with Special Agent William and Special Agent Garcia, they asked me to empty my pockets. When I pulled out gloves, Agent William said those were meant to be taken when I was processed, and complained about having to fill out the form again. He frisked me once more, where he found glass in my pocket from when our car window was shattered. He filled out the form listing my personal items again, but put the wrong date. I was read my rights, I pleaded the fifth and was led back to my cell.

Food, water, and bathroom breaks were extremely difficult to acquire. I would ask over the intercom provided in the cell for a bathroom break, be told someone was on their way, then ask again 20 minutes later, be told someone was on their way, wait another 20 minutes, etc. Eventually they either turned off the intercom or it stopped working, because no one would respond. I could get water and bathroom breaks by pounding on the glass when someone happened to walk by and beg them directly. Hours would go by without anyone checking on us. I am vegan and the only food they offered were turkey sandwiches, fruit snacks with gelatin, and granola bars with honey. I eventually ate a granola bar out of hunger.

I was in the cell alone for between 1 and 2 hours, then another man was put into my cell, whose shirt was ripped open from his arrest, and an injured toe, who was carried aggressively into an unmarked car during his arrest. After about 4-5 hours, another man was brought in who had a cut on his head from his arrest. He told me he was tackled by 4 or 5 agents during his arrest. At no point was he offered medical assistance.

Later I was told that a lawyer was here to see me, and I was able to speak with him in a visitation room. The special agent told me that the door could not be closed all the way, so it was cracked during my interaction with my lawyer. I got the impression that they were not used to having lawyers present, and were trying to follow procedure as best they could. I asked an agent if the other detainees were allowed lawyers and was not answered.

At one point, 3 men from the department of Homeland Security Investigations brought me into a cell. They insinuated that they could help me out. After inquiring several times what exactly they meant they finally told me that they could offer undocumented family members of mine legal protection if I have any (I don’t), or money, in exchange for giving them the names of protest organizers, or undocumented persons. I was shocked, and told them no.

Finally, after hours of detention, I was told to follow an agent. At no point was I told whether or not I was being charged, or where I was going, but I was led out of the building. I asked if I could use a phone to call my wife to pick me up, and was told I could not. After pleading for several minutes eventually Special Agent William let me use his phone to call my wife. As I was escorted off the property by government agents, I was told to turn right. I was escorted to the protest area, where 5 minutes later, tear gas was deployed and I was struck by a paint ball gun. I was not protesting, I was simply being released without charges after an 8 hour detention. I was on the other side of the street, as instructed by the agents that released me and the agents shouting orders over a bullhorn. A passerby who was tear gassed was panicking and having an asthma attack, so I helped her find a medic to get her an inhaler. I used a stranger’s phone to co-ordinate pickup, and was picked up by my wife.

During my detention I knew that I was being released. I knew that as a citizen of the United States I have legal protection. The hundred or so other people being detained had no such protection. At this time I don’t need your help, it is the families that are being separated, abused, terrorized, harassed and killed that need your help. If this is happening to me, an American citizen born in the United States, then what is happening to the people in here that have no one calling lawyers on their behalf? That have no constitutional rights to due process? What is happening to the people that they will never be released to see their families, go to their jobs, or walk through their city ever again?

Please take care of yourselves, your family, and your community. I am safe and healthy, if you feel compelled to help, please offer your help to the Immigrant Defense Network at https://immigrantdefensenetwork.org/. If you know someone detained by ICE, call or text CAIR-MN at 612-206-3360 for 24/7 legal intake.”

AI Trolls and Ghouls are at it

Wasting little time, the AI ghouls and troll have immediately started in on creating a false narrative round the murder of Renee Nicole Good in Minneapolis.

A brief look, from NPR:

https://www.npr.org/2026/01/08/nx-s1-5671740/ice-minneapolis-grok-ai-renee-nicole-good


For those about to rock…

Whew! Improv isn’t just what you do musically, it’s what you do.

Period.

Last night, I played my first face-to-face live gig in a very long time. Streaming live from a studio, where you can perform in your pajamas (if that’s your thing and maybe you’re not doing video streaming) on a platform like Second Life has its own challenges (does it ever!) but the audience rarely sees what is happening*.

So last night was an exercise in real-time damage control, improvising a solution that would make them smile and applaud (throwing money, underwear, or t-shirts is always optional).

https://www.facebook.com/emom.mtl/videos/786197931074043/

Eric Wrazen, master of ceremonies and no slouch on the synth himself, presided over the first EMOM performance of the Fall season at The Wheel Club here in Montréal. It was my first performance there and only the second time I’d been there for an EMOM event (I was lucky to have learned of it, shortly after getting settled in to my new apartment here). If I said it went off without a hitch it would be a bald-faced lie.

It didn’t.

I think it was Dwight Eisenhower who said that plans mean nothing, planning means everything. What I’d planned, while only mildly complicated considering all that was involved, and what happened were two quite different things. My original “blueprint” involved using two main audio sources: the Arturia MicroFreak and the Modal Argon8m. I’d brought The Three Sisters (my three Empress Zoias, Amelie, Brigitte, and Chloë — yes, the instruments are named and labelled so it’s easier to keep track of what’s been programmed), a Boss RC-1 for some simple looping, and an RC-500 for reverb on the Argon8m. Finally, I’d brought a Focusrite Scarlet to interface the iPad with the Argon8m.

What I find continuously challenging with Argon8m is using the software — I am not a big fan of using a laptop in live settings after having a hard drive catastrophically fail just moments before doing a gig in Fort Worth many years ago (yes, I salvaged the performance and no one even knew what happened). Rather than use a laptop, I’ve been using an iPad Pro, which has brings its own issues (Gee, THANKS Apple for making it so damned difficult to interface externals with the iPad, ESEPCIALLY the whole “Pro” series — another discussion for another day, but I’ve been using a Pro in one form or another since Generation 1.0 before I ever left the States). The MODALapp is pretty dependable on the computer, less so on the iPad, so it’s always a tiny gamble.

And last night, the gamble failed. Hard.

I could not get the Argon8m to send audio to the mix. For whatever reason, nothing from “that side” of the mix was working, or sending me output to the little mixer I had brought along. As I was the first person scheduled to perform, the pressure was on to get it sorted out and time was working against me. Eric was gracious enough to start without me and I frantically began pulling cables and re-configuring the set up to work with the ‘Freak and two of the Zoias. I managed to come up with a working arrangement and then it was “showtime!”

Give a listen to the video excerpt above; I have a WAV of the performance that I will be listening to in hopes of pulling some usable audio out of for later.

*At one point in the history of performances in Second Life, the question came up as to whether or not certain performers were actually “performing” live or simply having their avatar appear and running a prerecorded track — the VR version of lip-synching. The controversy is still there and, to my mind as a performer, has cast a permanent shadow over the whole scene.