Atlanta: 46°, cloudy with drizzle — the sky's crying for what we've all lost, moisture clinging to everything like memory refuses to let go

Detroit: 22°, snow flurries — white covering rust, winter's temporary amnesia over a city that never forgets

Kansas City: 34°, overcast — grey pressing down like the weight of a thousand broken promises

New York: 28°, partly cloudy — cold enough to see your breath, warm enough to keep screaming into the void

San Francisco: 58°, fog rolling — the Pacific's veil between what was and what the fuck comes next

Miami: 72°, sunny — oblivious warmth while the rest of us freeze in manufactured hell

Your phone already knows where you went last night, what you watched on TikTok at 2am, and probably whether you're documented. The turd-munching ass-waffle administration just turned Gen Z's favorite dopamine dispenser into ICE's personal fucking snitch network—and they did it while you were distracted by Bad Bunny's halftime show.

Speaking of which: I'm sitting here, watching replays of Bad Bunny because fuck it, I can, and I will enjoy this beautiful act of Puerto Rican resistance. Fuck Trump. Also, Kid Rock—that dick-sniffing butt-trumpet—needs to hang it up. Got that, "Grandpa" Rock? Your halftime performance was exactly what we expected from a cock-juggling thunder-cunt who peaked in 1998.

First time here? Join The Gathering — we're the mycelial network under the bullshit.

What is Wendy Doing?: Also, if you're on TikTok, delete that motherfucker NOW. Come to PeerTube or another safe medium. Ask me—I have options, and I'm done watching people hand over their lives to surveillance capitalism with a smile.

The cold metal of your phone feels different when you know it's a tracking device with a social media app attached.

In Portland, Maine, an ICE dick-wrangling cunt-biscuit pointed his phone at a constitutional observer and casually mentioned she was being added to a "database" of "domestic terrorists." Just like that. Snap. Catalogued. Threatened.

That wasn't some rogue asshole having a bad day—that's the entire fucking system working exactly as designed.

"TikTok USDS Joint Venture LLC"—doesn't that corporate jargon just roll off the tongue like a mouthful of broken glass?

Last month's "Americanization" of TikTok wasn't about protecting you from China, you beautiful naive fool. It was about securing access for our own surveillance state. The new Terms of Service now explicitly track your location and citizenship status. Oracle—whose billionaire co-founder Larry Ellison recently bragged about AI creating a world where "citizens are on their best behavior"—now houses all that data.

What the fuck is wrong with the shit-stained ball-sacks in this administration? They spent years fear-mongering about China accessing American data, then they just... bought the entire operation and plugged it directly into the Department of Homeland Security's digital asshole. Read

Here's how they're fucking you:

Mobile Advertising ID (MAID): Every app broadcasts your exact GPS coordinates to thousands of bidders milliseconds when showing you ads. Data brokers like Venntel and Babel Street harvest this into massive, searchable databases of your movements—home, work, your kid's school, that protest you attended, the clinic you visited.

ICE's ELITE app (developed by Palantir, because of course): Fuses government and private data to generate "confidence scores" for targets. Add TikTok's citizenship status tracking to Flock license plate readers and Ring cameras, and ICE doesn't need boots on the ground—they've got your digital twin mapped and ready for extraction.

They're scraping TikTok to monitor the "emotional temperature" of entire geographic areas. Not looking for crimes—looking for resistance hot spots. Fourth Amendment? That quaint thing requires particularity, not dragnet emotional surveillance of neighborhoods showing signs of organizing.

The legal bullshit holding this together? The third-party doctrine from the 1970s—the idea that you "voluntarily" forfeit privacy by using a service. DHS argues that when ICE buys your data instead of subpoenaing it, they're not searching you, they're completing a "commercial transaction."

Water used to taste different in northern Portugal's Barroso region—clean, mineral-rich, alive with centuries of aquifer memory.

Environmental groups and local residents are suing the European Commission for designating Portugal's Barroso lithium mine as "strategic"—a fast-track status that prioritizes extraction over ecosystems, communities, and basic fucking accountability.

The Commission's justification: We need lithium for the "green transition." We need batteries for electric vehicles. We need to secure supply chains.

What they're actually saying: Your water, your land, your centuries-old agricultural community are acceptable collateral damage for our version of sustainability.

The Barroso mine sits atop Europe's largest spodumene lithium deposit—39 million metric tons. London-listed Savannah Resources just received €110 million ($130 million) from the Portuguese government to develop it.

Here's what "strategic" mining looks like on the ground:

Water Destruction: Lithium extraction through brine mining is exceptionally water-intensive. They pump mineral-rich saltwater from underground aquifers into massive surface ponds for evaporation. Local water tables drop. Toxic processing chemicals leak into surrounding ecosystems. The Associação Unidos em Defesa de Covas do Barroso (UDCB) has documented evidence of environmental, social, and safety risks that the Commission refuses to seriously consider.

Ecosystem Collapse: Slow-growing tree species that stabilize watersheds get replaced by fast-growing extraction infrastructure. Biodiversity hot spots become industrial zones. Traditional agriculture—the kind that's sustained communities for generations—gets destroyed for a commodity that might have "uncertain economics" (according to MiningWatch Portugal) in a battery market where Europe still can't develop a coherent value chain.

Here's the sovereignty lesson: True sustainability doesn't come from replicating extraction in new places. It comes from fundamentally redesigning systems that demand endless growth. Until we confront that, the "green transition" just means moving environmental devastation from one zip code to another. https://earth.org/environmental-groups-sue-eu-over-controversial-lithium-mine-in-portugal/

The weight of a pill bottle in your palm—one small tablet that stands between life and death—feels heavier when the government stops pretending it gives a shit whether you survive.

4,496 U.S. residents died of HIV-related illnesses in 2023. 24% were women. 30% were over 55. 43% were Black. 56% lived in the South. And the cock-worshiping ass-barnacle administration is working overtime to increase those numbers.

"HIV isn't a death sentence anymore" only stays true if you have access to medication and social services. The Trump administration is systematically dismantling both.

What the tit-squeezing ball-munchers are doing:

Funding Cuts: PEPFAR (President's Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief) was supposed to get $6 billion for fiscal year 2025. The Office of Management and Budget—directed by that cunt-punching dick-nostril Russell Vought—has apportioned only $2.9 billion. They're withholding funds appropriated by Congress so PEPFAR "shrinks away to nothing."

Program Closures: In Kenya, funding gaps forced NEPHAK to lay off healthcare providers and close drop-in centers serving transgender people, gay men, and men who have sex with men. These weren't "inefficient programs"—these were lifelines in communities where being openly HIV-positive can be dangerous.

Resource Erasure: Within five days of inauguration, the administration purged White House and federal health websites of LGBTQ+ and HIV content. The HIV Language Guide from the National Institutes of Health? Gone. World AIDS Day messaging? The State Department sent emails directing employees to "refrain from publicly promoting World AIDS Day through any communication channels." 2025 was the first year since 1988 the U.S. government didn't commemorate World AIDS Day.

This administration wants us dead or invisible. We choose loud, alive, and fighting. https://www.lgbtqnation.com/2026/02/the-president-wants-to-turn-back-the-clock-on-hiv-we-refuse-to-idly-stand-by/

Survival wisdom—how you carry this forward: Lorde wrote that line in 1978, knowing the world was designed for her erasure. She wrote it anyway. She survived anyway. She built coalitions anyway. When systems deny your existence, your breath becomes rebellion. Your medication adherence becomes resistance. Your refusal to disappear becomes the foundation for someone else's survival. They're counting on your silence, your exhaustion, your belief that fighting is futile. Every day you take your meds, attend your appointments, show up for your community—you prove them wrong. Survival, in a system designed for your elimination, is the most profound fuck-you available. So survive. Loudly. Defiantly. Together.

One Million Moms clutches pearls over Gordon Ramsay's bleeps: The conservative Christian group is "disgusted" by a new TV ad for I Can't Believe It's Not Butter featuring Gordon Ramsay swearing (censored with bleeps) throughout. "Apparently, I Can't Believe It's Not Butter executives do not care about what children hear," they wrote, apparently forgetting that kids can't actually hear the censored words. The ass-ramming cock-sockets at One Million Moms believe children will be "damaged and destructive" from... hearing the concept of profanity existing. Meanwhile, actual threats to children—poverty, lack of healthcare, school shootings—get crickets from these shit-gargling fuck-sticks. https://www.lgbtqnation.com/2026/02/conservative-christian-group-disgusted-by-gordon-ramsays-funny-new-margarine-ad/

HIV-positive men kissed at Trump's border wall for World AIDS Day: In December, as the administration refused to acknowledge World AIDS Day for the first time since 1988, HIV-positive activists gathered at Friendship Park between California and Mexico for a kiss-in. The demonstration highlighted how queer migrants face heightened vulnerability under Trump's policies and how HIV stigma intersects with immigration enforcement. "We've transcended borders of sexuality and of gender, and borders cannot restrict our fight for queer migrants and people living with HIV as we utilize the power of a kiss," said Alex Garner of MPact Global. This wasn't just protest—it was proof that love persists even when governments try to erase it. https://www.lgbtqnation.com/2025/12/hiv-positive-men-locked-lips-at-trumps-border-wall-to-mark-world-aids-day/

Forests are becoming faster, weaker, and more vulnerable: A massive study of 31,000 tree species reveals forests worldwide are shifting toward fast-growing "sprinter" trees while slow-growing, long-lived species disappear. These slower species—common in tropical and subtropical regions—form the backbone of forest ecosystems, storing carbon and supporting biodiversity. Fast-growing trees like acacia, eucalyptus, and pine establish quickly but are more vulnerable to drought, storms, and pests. 41% of naturalized tree species share traits that help them thrive in disturbed environments but rarely replace native species' ecological roles. Tropical forests face the greatest losses as human-driven climate change, deforestation, and intensive forestry promote fragile monocultures over resilient diversity. https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2026/02/260208233836.htm

Climate and extraction creating winner/loser species dynamics: Human activity is driving the spread of fast-growing, small-seeded tree species in Brazilian forests experiencing high deforestation. Meanwhile, specialized native species with limited ranges face extinction. The same dynamics are playing out globally—systems that prioritize rapid growth and short-term extraction over long-term stability and biodiversity. The solution isn't just planting more trees; it's protecting slow-growing species and prioritizing ecosystem restoration that includes diverse species and supports recovery of large animal populations.

Digital security amnesia: You keep meaning to update passwords, enable two-factor authentication, review what apps have access to what data—but it feels overwhelming and you put it off.

→ 15-minute Friday security ritual: Every Friday afternoon, pick ONE digital security task. Week 1: Enable 2FA on your email. Week 2: Update your most-used password. Week 3: Review app permissions on your phone. Week 4: Clear browser cookies and check saved payment info. 15 minutes, one task, done. No perfectionism allowed.

The feeling: Your nervous system learning that protection doesn't require total overhaul—just consistent small actions that compound. The relief of knowing you're building security incrementally instead of remaining completely vulnerable because "secure" feels impossible.

Surveillance capitalism drain: You're spending $15/month on streaming services that harvest your viewing data, $10/month on social platforms selling your attention, and probably another $20 scattered across apps that monetize your behavior.

→ The audit and substitute: Cancel one surveillance-heavy service this month. Replace it with something that doesn't track you. PeerTube instead of YouTube. Signal instead of Facebook Messenger. Duck Duck Go instead of Google. Save the $10-15/month, redirect it toward end-to-end encrypted storage or a privacy-focused VPN. Track your annual savings—usually $180-300 you're no longer paying to be surveilled.

The feeling: Financial relief meets reduced extraction. Your data stops being a commodity. You're no longer paying corporations to spy on you. That's called dignity with a side of savings.

Doom-scrolling spiral: You open your phone to check one thing and 45 minutes later you're still rage-scrolling through catastrophes, feeling worse and no more informed.

→ Timed news windows: Set two 20-minute periods daily for news—morning and evening. Timer on phone. When it goes off, you're done. The rest of the day, trust that if something genuinely urgent happens, you'll find out. Use that reclaimed hour for literally anything else—cooking, calling a friend, staring at a wall. All better uses of your time than algorithmic outrage optimization.

The feeling: Your brain remembering it can actually rest. The realization that being "informed" doesn't mean being constantly overwhelmed. The discovery that you can engage politically without sacrificing your mental health to feed the attention economy.

And now for your heroes of the fucking day, because in this hellscape we need reminders that resistance is real and beautiful.

Bad Bunny took the Super Bowl halftime stage and delivered a performance dripping with Puerto Rican pride, political defiance, and unapologetic queerness. While the cock-loading turd-wafer administration tries to erase Latinx visibility and LGBTQ+ existence, Bad Bunny centered both—dancing with drag performers, celebrating Caribbean culture, and making it clear that assimilation is not the goal. In a moment when mainstream media demands we "tone it down" or "be more palatable," he cranked the volume to eleven and said: This is who we are. We're not apologizing.

The performance drew immediate conservative backlash, which is how you know it was perfect. They called it "inappropriate" and "too political"—code for "too brown, too queer, too joyful." Meanwhile, millions of people watching felt seen. That's the power of visibility—not respectability politics, not begging for acceptance, but demanding space and refusing to shrink.

Jeff Tiedrich continues his relentless daily evisceration of Trump's corruption, incompetence, and fascist aspirations. Every. Single. Day. While mainstream media both-sides authoritarianism and treats each new atrocity as "normal political discourse," Tiedrich calls it what it is—with receipts, with fury, with the kind of consistency that reminds us we're not crazy for being angry. In an era of memory-holing and manufactured amnesia, his work serves as documentation and rallying cry.

Virginia Woolf wrote A Room of One's Own in 1929, arguing that women need financial independence and creative space to produce great work. Nearly a century later, marginalized communities still fight for the same thing—space to exist, resources to survive, freedom to create without constant threat. Woolf's work reminds us that systemic oppression isn't new, but neither is resistance. Her insistence on naming how power operates, how gatekeeping functions, how scarcity is manufactured—that's the blueprint we're still using.

In Three Guineas, Woolf connected the patriarchy that oppresses women to the fascism rising in Europe, arguing they spring from the same authoritarian impulse. She saw, clearly, that you can't dismantle one form of oppression while leaving others intact. That intersectional analysis, that refusal to accept incremental liberation for some while others remain subjugated—that's the work we're still doing.

There's a fucking movement rising—across borders, across identities, across the artificial divisions designed to keep us fragmented. Bad Bunny on stage, Tiedrich at his keyboard, Woolf in her essays, HIV activists at the border wall—all of them saying the same thing in different languages: We will not be erased. We will not be silent. We will not disappear.

And that coalition—joyful, furious, relentless—is what terrifies authoritarians most.

February citrus glut: Your grocery store is overflowing with blood oranges, cara cara oranges, meyer lemons—peak season means abundance and low prices.

→ Citrus preservation in 20 minutes: Juice everything. Freeze juice in ice cube trays. Once frozen, transfer to bags labeled with type and date. One blood orange = roughly 2 cubes. When summer hits and citrus costs triple, you'll have concentrated flavor cubes for cocktails, marinades, dressings, or just squeezing into water. Cost: $8-10 for 3 months of citrus. Store-bought equivalent: $30-40.

Eating seasonally connects you to place and time. It's resistance against the corporate food system that demands strawberries in December and tells you asparagus should cost the same year-round. Freezing citrus at peak season means you're eating with the planet's rhythms, not against them.

Corporate seed monopoly: You're buying tomatoes from Monsanto-owned seed lines, paying $4/lb for produce bred for shipping durability instead of flavor.

→ Seed saving from grocery store produce: Buy one organic bell pepper, one organic tomato, one organic squash. Let them overripen on your counter. Extract seeds, rinse, dry on paper towel for a week. Store in labeled envelopes in a cool, dark place. Plant in spring. One $3 pepper gives you 20+ plants worth hundreds of dollars and seeds for next year. Sovereignty starts in soil.

Declaring independence from industrial agriculture isn't just about flavor—it's about refusing the system that patents life, destroys biodiversity, and extracts wealth from communities while depleting soil. Every seed you save is a small fuck-you to corporate control.

Pantry staple transformation: You've got a bag of dried chickpeas that's been sitting there for months because they seem boring.

→ Roasted chickpeas, 5 ingredients, under 30 minutes: Soak overnight (or don't—just add 15 minutes cooking time). Boil until tender (40 minutes soaked, 60 minutes unsoaked). Drain, pat dry. Toss with olive oil, salt, any spice combo (cumin + paprika, or garlic powder + nutritional yeast, or curry powder). Roast at 400°F for 30 minutes, shaking pan halfway. Crunchy, protein-rich, transportable snack for under $1/batch.

You don't need credentials or wealth to feed yourself well. You need dried beans, water, heat, and the knowledge that simple food prepared with intention beats expensive processed shit every time. Chickpeas are older than capitalism and will outlast it too.

Moving forward—your armor for today: Assata wrote these words while being hunted by the state, while living with a target on her back, while knowing that survival itself was an act of war against systems designed for her elimination. She didn't say "ask nicely for freedom." She didn't say "wait for permission to exist." She said fight, win, love, support—and she named exactly what we're breaking: chains. Today, when they tell you surveillance is safety, when they tell you extraction is progress, when they tell you to be patient while they dismantle your rights one executive order at a time—remember Shakur's blueprint. Fighting doesn't mean destroying yourself in rage. It means showing up for each other when the state won't. It means building mutual aid networks when government programs collapse. It means loving your community fiercely enough to defend it. They want you isolated, exhausted, convinced that resistance is futile. Every time you share resources, show up to protest, document injustice, or simply refuse to die quietly—you're fighting. Every time you choose solidarity over self-preservation, you're winning. The chains are real, but so is our collective strength to break them. That's your armor: duty, love, support, and the absolute refusal to accept bondage as permanent.