BREAKING: They are now pouring bottles of hydrogen peroxide into the ultra-green algae-filled Reflecting Pool that Trump wasted $10m of our money on.

A small public service announcement from the Department of Things That You Should Know… It has not “peeked” your interest. Nor has it “peaked” your interest. …It has piqued your interest. You are not “phased” by something. You are fazed by it. If you’ve had a long day, you are weary. If you suspect someone is an idiot, you are wary. It is “due course”, not “do course”. “Per se”, not “per say”. And while we’re here, it’s “could have”, not “could of”, but that particular battle may already be lost. Thank you for your attention during this brief outbreak of grammatical housekeeping. This has been a @LairdofthManor announcement.🎩💙

2nd guy is 100% ready. 😂

When you’re chronically ill you experience symptoms daily that would send a healthy person to the hospital. We can’t go to the hospital every time something hurts. If we did, we would live there. That’s life with chronic illness. You adjust to constant suffering.

The White House was built to serve the American people. Tonight it was used to promote a company the President owns stock in, sell subscriptions, promote corporate sponsors, push Trump crypto, and enrich the President and his family. The founders warned us about kings enriching themselves from public office. They did not fight a revolution for this.

There is a massive loophole in the medical system, and it is a patient's absolute best friend. It is the patient portal. When a doctor dismisses your symptoms or refuses a test, you do not have to argue or cry in the exam room. The exam room is designed to put them in a position of power. Instead, you accept it calmly, go home, and use this exact strategy to shift the legal liability right back onto them.

The #WordOfTheDay is ‘tenuous.’ ow.ly/5NCT50Z8fMj

Day 7 of the landing standoff and I’m longing to join in family activities again. I wasn’t feeling well yesterday, but hopefully today will be a better day. It’s Dad’s day off, so I’ve got a Daddy nap I need to get downstairs for!

Owie, did someone get their wittle feelings hurt?

God clearly disapproves.

It’s been 15 years since I developed aggressive, weather-exacerbated psoriatic arthritis. You’d think my husband would have learned to check the forecast before making plans. But I’d also think his parents would have noticed a pattern of us canceling when there’s a storm. 🤷‍♀️

Day 6 of the landing standoff finds me politely waiting for my morning meds. I went downstairs a couple times yesterday and I wasn’t scared of anything!

Live from The Landing…it’s Clee Sit Sunday!

Sometimes we pay way too much for jobs that look this simple.

I suspect that women actually started all of the “unclean” myths about menstruation, so that they could get a fucking break from cooking and cleaning. Frankly, I’m pissed at the women who busted the myths and spoiled it for the rest of us.

VIA~~Larry D Singer I did a quiet social experiment that opened my eyes even more than anything that I've ever written. I put on a MAGA hat for seven days straight. Grocery stores. Gas stations. Walmart parking lot. Youth sports. A barbershop. A dinner table. I told nobody what I was doing. I kept a journal of every meaningful exchange. What I found on both sides shook me to my core. Let me start with the Red Side. The first thing that surprised me was the warmth. Not hollow, nodding warmth, but immediate, chest-open, you're-one-of-us warmth. Day one, a white man at a gas station off I-40, work boots caked in drywall dust, pointed at the hat and said, "Hell yeah. Don't let 'em break you, brother." He called me brother. I held onto that word all day and tried to figure out what it cost him and what it cost me. At my friends sons game, two fathers in MAGA gear walked up, introduced themselves by first name, handed me a cold Gatorade from their cooler, and within four minutes were talking about Biden's inflation, the border, and how "nobody talks straight anymore." They never asked my name again after that first handshake. I was categorized as safe, aligned, one of them. The hat was my passport. But as the week went on, the welcome got more complicated. By day three I noticed the acceptance came pre-loaded with assumptions, that I hated the same people they hated, laughed at the same things, believed the same version of history. One man, educated, articulate, small business owner, told me over barbecue that "Blacks who get it" are the most important people in the movement. He meant it as a compliment. I sat with it like a stone in my chest. In the barbershop, a man started telling me unprompted that January 6th was "way overblown" and that the "real insurrection" was the 2020 election. When I pushed back gently, just asking questions, his warmth cooled instantly. Not rudely. The door just closed. The hat had opened it. My questions closed it. That told me everything about what the hat actually buys you: entry, not belonging. Then theres the other side. If the red side surprised me with its warmth, the blue side devastated me with its contempt and what made it devastating was that most of it came from people who look like me. Same day as the gas station. I walked into a grocery store I've shopped in for years. A Black woman, probably sixty five to seventy, beautiful silver locs, the kind of elder I was raised to respect, looked at the hat and looked at me and shook her head slowly. Not in anger. In grief. Like she was mourning something. I nearly took the hat off right there in the produce section and explained everything. A deacon I know, a man who has prayed over my family, walked past me without speaking. He saw the hat. He kept walking. I called his name. He turned, nodded once, and kept going. We have greeted each other warmly for four years. The hat ended four years in three seconds. A young white woman in a coffee shop with a "Protect Democracy" sticker on her laptop stared at me for a full minute. Not subtly. She was running the algorithm of who I was supposed to be against, what I was wearing, and coming up error. Then she looked away with visible disgust. She didn't know me. She didn't ask. She decided. Black fathers that I have mentored kids alongside, men I respect deeply, were visibly cold. One pulled me aside and said quietly and directly: "What are you doing, man? You know what that hat means to our kids." He wasn't wrong. Not even a little. But he didn't ask me why either. And that assumption, even when it comes from love, from history, from real pain, is still an assumption. Here's what I have to be honest about: their reaction was rooted in something real. The MAGA hat is not a neutral piece of clothing. It carries the weight of family separations, of "very fine people on both sides," of voter suppression, of January 6th, of Project 2025. When people reacted with pain and distance and grief, they were reacting to history, not just to me. I understood every single one of them. What troubled me was the speed. The willingness on BOTH sides to stop seeing a person the moment they saw a symbol. That is not a left problem or a right problem. That is an America problem. This was the week's most surprising discovery. A retired military officer, white, conservative, lifelong Republican, asked me almost immediately to take the hat off. "I don't wear that," he said. "I vote Republican because I believe in limited government and a strong military. Trump is neither of those things, really. He's a TV show." He voted for Trump twice. Would likely do it again. But he had zero illusions about who the man was. A former Republican state party volunteer told me over dinner that she was privately horrified by January 6th, thought the family separation policy "went too far," and worried about what Project 2025 would do to federal institutions. Then she said: "But I can't vote for someone who wants to raise my taxes and take my guns. So I stay." She paused. "And I hate that I stay. But I do." This is the piece the left often refuses to see. There is a significant portion of the Republican coalition that is not MAGA, does not worship Trump, cringes at his cruelties, but calculates that their policy interests are better served by staying inside a broken house than building a new one. You can disagree with that calculation. I do. But dismissing those people as fascists means you never understand them and you never get a chance to reach them. Now, for the receipts, because feelings don't get the final word, facts do. Donald Trump was found liable for sexual abuse by a federal jury in 2023. He was convicted on 34 felony counts of falsifying business records, the first U.S. president in history convicted of felony crimes. His administration separated over 5,500 children from their parents at the border. Hundreds were never reunited with their families. The January 6th Select Committee concluded he "summoned the mob, assembled the mob, and lit the flame" of an attack that left 140 police officers injured. Project 2025, written by his own allies at the Heritage Foundation, proposes dismantling the Department of Education, eliminating DEI programs across the federal government, and replacing career civil servants with political loyalists. His 2017 tax cuts sent 83% of their long-term benefits to the top 1% of earners. These are not opinions. These are not media inventions. These are documented, sourced, on-the-record facts. The receipts exist. Sunday night I sat in my car in the driveway for twenty minutes before going inside. The hat was on the passenger seat. I looked at it a long time. I came back to my Democratic values, but I came back changed. More honest about where my own side has failed the communities it claims to champion. More clear-eyed about the real complexity of the people across the line. And more committed than ever to what I know is true. The Democratic Party is not perfect. It has made promises to Black and working-class communities that it has not kept. I say that out loud and without apology. But I also see a Republican Party that has been captured by a man with 34 felony convictions and a civil liability finding for sexual abuse, a man whose allies have written a blueprint to reshape American government around personal power. I see voter suppression dressed up as election integrity. I see my children's history being scrubbed from classrooms before they even get a chance to learn it. I see what these policies do to real people in real communities, communities like the one I come from. So I am back. With both eyes wide open. I went looking for the enemy. What I found was a country full of people making desperate calculations in a system that has failed too many of them for too long. The hat is in a box. The lesson is not.

Decided to come down from the landing and demanded lots of attention from Mom. First time since since The Sneaky Toe Incident that I’ve snuggled in Mom’s leg tent!

ok witches it’s time

What timeline are we on man. There’s a $60 million UFC cage on the White House lawn for the president’s 80th birthday. 125,000 guests. 494 port-a-potties. He compared it to the Eiffel Tower and said maybe they’ll never take it down. The world’s first trillionaire was minted yesterday. SpaceX IPO. One person now holds more wealth than the GDP of most countries. The government is negotiating to own a piece of OpenAI. The CEO walked into the White House and pitched it himself. They’re calling it a Public Wealth Fund. That same government killed OpenAI’s biggest competitor’s models on a Friday night. The reason? A verbal jailbreak claim from an unnamed company. The same jailbreak works on OpenAI’s models. Nobody touched them. The competitor got blacklisted by the Pentagon four months ago. Their crime? Refusing to let the military use their AI for mass surveillance of American citizens. A judge called it retaliation. The Pentagon did it anyway. Both AI companies filed to go public in the same two-week window. Both targeting trillion-dollar valuations. One has a government equity deal in progress. The other can’t keep its products online. The engineers who built the banned models can’t use them anymore. Because of their passports. And an AI company that spent thousands of hours cooperating with government safety testing got punished harder than any company that didn’t bother. UFC on the White House lawn. A trillionaire. Government-owned AI. Export controls based on phone calls. Cage fights and trillion-dollar IPOs in the same news cycle. Watch the film titled Idiocracy. That’s the timeline we’re on.