On the Subway in an Anarchist Jurisdiction

These two subway riders had on great masks, funny, macabre, slightly disturbing. I’d given one of them, the Barry Goldwater lookalike who made eye contact with me, a thumbs up and called across to him “great mask!” He nodded, with that same fixed, mad, clownish smile plastered across the lower part of his face.

I was sorely tempted to photograph them, and eventually did, realizing, as I cropped the photo there in the subway car, that nobody has any reasonable expectation of privacy any more.

Nice one from the MTA in the subway of Anarchist Jurisdiction NYC

Yesterday in the subway I passed this sign, put up by the Metropolitan Transit Authority of one of the nation’s largest Anarchist Jurisdictions in the country. You will recall that Trump’s godly hatchet man “Bagpiper” Bill Barr, a pious crusader for his interpretation of Jesus Christ’s eternal law as the basis for all decent American law, and culture, designated New York City and several other cities that were not MAGA-compliant, Anarchist Jurisdictions, radical secular shit holes that would be denied federal funding. Here’s what the Anarchist MTA is displaying in a tunnel under 42nd Street, connecting the 8th Avenue and the 7th Avenue lines.

I trust you can understand why someone like radical right wing religious fanatic Bill Barr would designate this town an Anarchist Jurisdiction. Comparing the cost of an only 95% effective vaccine against a deadly pandemic to the cost of a coffin! For Christ’s sake! Have you no shame, Secular Humanist scum?

She likes a cozy box

Little Girl, who was Mama Kitten‘s shadow and fellow Driveway Bitch (mother and look-alike daughter were always in the driveway, by the door, ready to shake Sekhnet and me down for treats whenever we came or went) had a brush with death not long ago. She’s fine again now, back to hunting, and nonchalantly dominating her sisters, and seems to prefer a cozy box to the larger ones, sometimes.