2025 Sucked. But It Sucked Hardest for the Environment.

From War to Plastic Bottle Caps: I Am Annoyed AF

Here are the key takeaways: I'm annoyed AF. I torture myself over what to do with a crappy non-recyclable plastic bottle cap or used-up Brita filter while bombs are being dropped on innocent people on the other side of the world, our government has ix-nayed wind and solar power, and I can't do a goldarn thing about it. My left breast turned 18. Give it a read...

2025 Sucked. But It Sucked Hardest for the Environment.

Yep, it's been a doozy of a year for the climate, thanks to the real meathead — the one in the White House.  From his first day in office — when he withdrew the U.S. from the Paris Agreement,  followed by all the other ways our cosplay President has decimated whatever limits we had on greenhouse gas emissions, supported by a party of soulless little bitches — the battle against climate change has been cancelled.

Fascists come and go. The climate not so much.

I recently found an article from Trump's first term that my dad had saved before he passed away in 2019. "Trump Could Be a Danger to U.S. Democracy, Authors Say." So quaint now, right? If only it had helped. So how are we all coping?? Listen and find out.

Make America Gilded Again

Ah, the good ol' days, when the Wealthy White sipped lemonade in their Italianate gardens . . . and everybody else died of typhoid, industrial poisoning, and political corruption. It's tricky writing a book about saving the planet when the world is falling apart. Come along for the ride.

I'm Going Off My Anti-Depressants? NOW??

It seems bonkers to me, too, given the sh!tstorm going on around us, on top of the coldest winter EVER (with a fossil-fuel heating bill that broke me). I probably don't need to recap the last 90 days' worth of news for ya, but for the last 90-ish days, I've been trying to figure out what to do about all this bad news, besides waiting for Jimmy Kimmel's monologues to drop on YouTube so I can least have a laugh about the mess we're in. This dilemma became an Arthurian quest . . . except I didn't know what I was looking for...