I cannot say what most Americans want with any certainty. So I only speak for myself.

I want accountability. I want retribution, not just justice but that as well, against those who have wronged the nation. I am probably in the minority in that I'm both bloodthirsty and moderately left of center (very left of center here in Texas).

Jeffries does not speak for what I want. And between today and the end of the next primary season where I fall back in line I'm going to make sure every person I voted for knows that. I'm already drafting letters.

Not just the ones too afraid to do it, but also some straight up opportunists.

Sorry buddy, I drank it.

Welp, time to celebrate. Someone call in to work for me tomorrow.

Musician here. My main instrument is guitar. I agree with this wholeheartedly.

Manufacturers have so much mythological bullshit in their copy. A lot of easy to add things that most beginners (or most people in general) do not need are plastered all over.

I have a nice rig with a (few actually, but one main) tube amp, custom guitar, nice pedalboard. It feels good, no doubt. No hate for the nice rig with all the things you're supposed to love. They're fun to play and sound amazing.

But my favorite rig is my duosonic rig. An early 90s practice guitar that's been beat to shit, a boss overdrive, a cheap AiaB pedal, and a Palmer cab sim. That's the whole rig. It's technically my backup rig but I play it all the time.

A setup on pretty much any guitar that has a recognizable name and any recognizable name amp or modeler (if that's what you're into) will get you a sound that no one in any audience will be weird about and won't be a nightmare to play.

Some of my favorite music is cheap, shitty gear or things that were called toys in their day. Some of the most famous music was made from that. Not all. But don't let a company sell you on some shit because it's shiny.

Then he died in a place I couldn't take him for sausageification. I hope he lived and grew into the king of the forest, telling other animals of the dangers of roads.

Or like my buddy's ex, she was driving and one of them motherfuckers just jumped into her driver's side window. She was in the hospital for days, the deer limped off into the woods, and we were cleaning glass and deer blood out of her vehicle for a while.

Just wait. It'll be the cool thing for youth pastors to claim soon. Like all the ones that claim they were strung out giving handies in truck stop bathrooms when Jesus called them.

"I've been there. I was told it would be great to be trans. They offered me money and candy. Then dressed me in girls clothes and did surgery on me in math class. Then Jesus came to me and said 'No more'".

I was promised neon cities and brain implants, dammit.

That was always a great one. The other one I miss was after a hard week at work I'd roll to a gig and just get lost playing guitar with one hanging out of my mouth. There's a brief moment in the 11th bar of the solo of Wish You Were Here where I would take a long inhale. One foot on the stage monitor. Eyes closed. I became one with the crowd, the guitar, and that cigarette. Cover sheets for TPS reports fell away into nothing.

This. Between the mid terms in a couple of months and the next primary I absolutely welcome it. We will call establishment Dems names, shit on their neoliberal policies, mock their strongly worded letters, search for their backbone, push everything from the big issues to our pet issues, engage with OUR candidates, and generally be a thorn in the side of the institution. Viva la fuck them guys.

But for the sake of all that is unholy, please vote for harm reduction once the primary is locked.

Honky Hookin'