"Free market" capitalism ...

 ... is horseshit and it always has been.

 

How I learned to hate the bomb

 My volunteer coordinator over at Washington Against Nuclear Weapons graciously published my essay on growing up in Nevada when the Test Site (and the area south of Fallon) were still doing "sub-critical tests."

It's here and worth a gander.

Hello Alzheimer's!

 Just in time for my 59th birthday, I get still more confirmation that my chronic fatigue and weird forgetfulness has a medical scientific basis. I hate being spayed.

Getting both ovaries removed comes at serious cognitive cost

 

I met more women online and in the waiting room of the cancer clinic in 2022 who were 25 to 35 years old, whose oncologists told them they needed a complete (or "radical") hysterectomy so their ovaries (and all the tissue near them) were no longer pumping out estrogen. 

I get it. Estrogen is bad, it makes cells grow, especially cancer cells. But is spaying a young woman really the answer? Do they do this to male patients? Oh, hell no.

I'm A Virgo

 Boots Riley is a genius.

And Charles Mudede at The Stranger agrees.

A shed on the side of the road

I had not been back to the Vancouver, Washington area in seven years. Was shocked at how fast and how big the hyper-gentrification of slope-shouldered "Fort" has been.

 

When I moved here in early January 2015, I experienced a) a "no cause" eviction, b) a psychotic drunk who pissed on my Toyota because he hated having a roommate and c) a power-mad little Hipster all within the first five months. My housing situation in Vancouver was like a Stephen King-inspired nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

In May, I rented a room in a basement from a Millennial for $700/month. I thought I would only be there for a few months. Instead, it was almost ten months. I was so happy when I moved out of that over-rated 'burg I practically kissed the stained carpet of the $550/month one bedroom I found.

No surprise, it's now even more expensive then it was back then.

In June 2015, in a fit of desperation I stopped at a weird weekly motel on NE Hazel Dell Ave with a FOR RENT sign. There were five tiny motel rooms planted flush to the gravel driveway. It looked like a place where junkies went to die in in the 1980s. The "unit" I was shown was a "studio" with a tiny bathroom and no kitchen, maybe 200 square feet. They wanted $600 first, last, plus a $400 no-refund deposit. And I would have had to put down a $300 deposit with the utility company for electric, gas and water. That was $1,900 just to move in. And there was a $35 application fee. I was making $12 an hour.

And everybody wonders why the homeless situation in Portland and in Washington state is so bad.

The FOR RENT sign in front of that creepy weekly motel was gone a week after I looked at it.