Monday Night Rumble of The Discourse - Winter 2026 - Week 1

Just wanted to give a head's up that last night, a project called Monday Night Rumble of The Discourse returned, for a new 7-week series. We've had a few seasons of these before, but the last one was in the Spring of 2024. This project takes place in an abandoned concrete factory at the edge of town near where I live, and 27 different characters from across the political spectrum come and fight each other, to control The Discourse. For the first 6 weeks, they battle to accumulate points, to be entered into the season finale in Week 7. So we should have one of these every Monday night for the next 6 weeks as well. This is one of the bizarre things supported by my Southern Gothicc Futurism Patreon.

SONG OF THE DAY: Hardcore Flow Expertise

(fuck it, a freestyle sonnet today, off the song title) 

Attempting to flow, though the internal prose hose 
tends to be clogged by all this logging on logged long 
hours every day, despite shortness of life; pose 
and posture for digital vultures, right and wrong 
reduced to virtue signals and dog whistles; fuck, 
ain't shit to do but lol while stuck in declining 
empire of diminishing returns, hope long struck 
down by this mundane dystopia refining 
the algorithms to channel our rage into 
page views and boosted posts... The Discourse piledriving 
dead horses through a most predictable purview, 
once again arriving at nothing, surviving 
the days in cyber daze with brain fog engineered, 
wishing civilization's set path quickly veered. 

SONG OF THE DAY: Goats Keep Rappening

This beat by Boogie Brown was the theme to Monday Night Rumble of The Discourse, as seen on MY PATREON (which you should totally support, if you are able). I really loved doing those Monday Night Rumbles of The Discourse, but it got tiring, not really the making of those videos but actually paying attention to The Discourse. It’s all so toxic, like drinking arsenic water, and it seems those who are invested in believing in politics actually believe you can drink up the poisonous constantly, and something good still will come from it, if you just believe. I can’t believe like that. I’m not willing to handle snakes all that much and pretend they’re not fucking snakes that ultimately will bit me. So the main reason I couldn’t keep up with doing those videos is fuck man, who wants to ingest all that much discourse voluntarily?
The track itself is amazing though, and I love it dearly. I loved it before I used it for the discourse rumbles, and I love it even more now, because every time I hear that one part, I expect my voice to come in talking about the abandoned concrete factory.

Monday Night Rumble of The Discourse - episode 8

Monday Night Rumble of The Discourse was an all women's rumble this week, after last week's finish which saw the Twitter Communist beat Super Bluecheck. President Biden signed up to be special referee for this one.

Monday Night Rumble of The Discourse - episode 7

We returned to our abandoned concrete factory repurposed as a battleground for The Discourse last night, after taking last week off in observance of the spring equinox. Comments sent in to our team complained about the lack of female representation, and the fact a woman has yet to win The Discourse. This became a theme in last night’s episode. Drop your thoughts on any of this in the comments.

SONG OF THE DAY: Jump In

Discourse Warning – none of us born here chose to be American, that shit chose us. Any space is only as exceptional as how much effort and work the people occupying that space put into making it exceptional or special, or whatever the fuck. People don’t seem to be “putting in work” but they wanna still expect everybody to give America the accolades of being some mighty shining beacon of whatever the fuck we’re supposed to be a beacon of. One of the greatest strengths of trash culture like poor people or gangs or survivalist hillbillies is that these cultures all know that YOU AIN’T SHIT IF YOU DON’T KEEP PUTTING IN THE WORK. It’s all sand castles and washes the fuck away pretty quickly unless you keep putting in the work. Right now, America is fucked, but it’s mostly fucked because nobody wants to do the work. And I don’t mean manual labor at construction sites, I mean the hard work of fixing a bunch of shit that ain’t working for the benefit of most people. You can’t keep selecting your favorite self-important asshole because they got a blue or red check beside their name, and think they gonna do it. None of those fuckers care, because they don’t understand. But they think they know. People who don’t understand but think they know are the most dangerous human beings around. And that’s about 99.9% of our political class. So we’re fucked in that sense. So I’ll just keep putting in work, try to make alliances for survival, try to carve out a shady corner to be able to take deep breaths without somebody stepping on my head. I didn’t choose this life I’m living, it chose me. None of us picked getting slowly crushed by the corporate oligarchy’s avarice and greed that is the pyramid scam of America in the 21st Century; but we’re here. Putting in work won’t set you free – there’s no escape, unless you’re lucky. But putting in work means you don’t crushed out of existence, hopefully, at least not today. Although it’s crushing somebody else right now, and crushing way more than it’s lifting up.

SONG OF THE DAY: Poetica Pedagogica

Whenever I'm around too many LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT types, I wanna leave it. It doesn't feel like home, and even what felt like home ain't home any more, so I get to make my own home the rest of my life. So leaving it is always an option. But then when I get away from all those LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT people, and am around a bunch of other people, who ain't all up in arms about loving it or leaving it, I tend to love it. I guess the lesson is your life ain't the flag in front of the cop building so much as the people you're surrounded by. If you need some real life help, you're gonna run into a lot more people before a single flag comes along. And don't call the cops. They'll just fuck everything up.

1MP0SS1BL3 T0 3SC4P3...

impossible to escape

the digital-based discourse,

nor the pointless self-branding

TH3 D1SC0VRS3 C0NT1NV3S 1N...

the discourse continues in

closed circles few have access

to actually speak in

freestyle sonnet #092: SHIP OF FOOLS CHARTING A DISCOURSE TO ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(how many ship of fools woodcuts would a woodcut cut if a woodcut could cut wood {& had read a lot of Kaczynski}?)

All words meaningless, pointless, unnecessary 

as artificial intelligence poisoned well 

meaning minds, Pavlov's bell meme-ing minds feel very 

confident in their content - scrolling people swell 

with manufactured buzzwords and concepts until 

they regurgitate nutritionless info like 

pre-programmed egg (perhaps so) hoping to instill 

uniform unicode universe third eye reich. 

Buzzbots swarming... buzzbots swarming... speaking in tongues 

sensibles can't understand, denying raw power 

of fire, pretending progressive air fills their lungs 

(right and left), steady building digital tower 

of babble, dysfunctional discourse multiplied 

googol times by timelines refreshed (real shit denied). 

N0 T4LK1NG N0 T0VCH1NG JVST...

no talking, no touching, just

distant discourse, pretending

it's caring conversation

freestyle sonnet #084: THE DISCOURSE IS SHIT!

In this age of open sharing self-snitch actions, 

discourse has grown into The Discourse proper noun 

compound of shit thoughts divided into factions 

espoused as roused rabble but just babble rammed down 

psychic throats through algorithm. Better living 

through technology another of Yakub's tricks, 

but normal ass bitches forever swear they're giving 

unique perspective with half-witted politics 

and philosophies. Redundant somewhat boring 

amplified echo chambers bombarding psyches 

like shit on mental walls, hoping something's scoring 

but mostly FUCK! SHUT UP! digital diocese 

preaching to various pre-converted blank gaze... 

THE DISCOURSE IS SHIT! THE DISCOURSE IS SHIT! - always.

C0NGR3G4T10N 0F TH3 BL0WH4RDS...

congregation of the blowhards,

hashtag activating in

real life Discourse abundance