Furious Jellyfish. As it says on the tin. Have a splendid weekend.

Foxis of Tindalos. What’s that? You though because having done the Cagnolitos and the Tadpoles I’d stop mining the Tindalos vein? Think again.
Here be the delicious Foxis, also native (if the term can be applied to these creatures) of the same enigmatic and dicey locality. They have temporarily deserted their home dimension (again, a relative term in this case) to throw some light on the subject of language and meaning and on some of the perversions, distortions, corruptions, misconceptions and similar shenanigans so hysterically in vogue lately. Slanted language breads disordered thoughts which in turn often lead to despicable actions.
Have a nice day.
A man may take a drink because he feels himself to be a failure and then fail all the more completely because he drinks. It is rather the same thing that is happening to the English language. It becomes ugly and inaccurate because our thoughts are foolish, but the slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts. The point is that the process is reversible.
George Orwell
False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.
Socrates

New Gusanito. Indeed there’s no such thing as too many of those. That’s what I think, anyway. And when you think about the slimy, slithery, venomous, scary vermin currently populating 10, Downing St. and Whitehall and Parliament, you’ll have to agree with me. My worms are cute, wise, pleasant to know and very good for your mental health. Have a spiffing week and don’t fret too much; it’ll all come out in the wash, sooner or later, when the wee worms and the tardigrades and the rats inherit the Earth. Love and whizzes.
And here’s a little bit of day music to help you through the week.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tT65fkTrf3k
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXH-sj9miO8

Veggie Queen. There. This is the only kind of royalty we’ll ever welcome ’round here. And if you think she looks too fruity, think of Boris Bleeding Johnson’s brand new cabinet. They don’t come much nuttier, they don’t. Also dangerous. Priti Patel (she of the covert Israeli army money-funnelling shenanigans, “migrants are to blame for the NHSD crisis. and “bring back hanging.) as Home Secretary? Bumba help us all!
https://news.yahoo.com/priti-patel-home-secretary-death-penalty-193342342.html
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/11/07/priti-patel-suggested-uk-should-give-aid-israeli-army-secret/

There’ll Be Tears. Some more sound advice and tips from Adelita, my cheery, well-informed, incisive and upright demonette.
For any Latinists out there, here’s the quotation in, well, Latin.
Efficiut Daemones, ut quae non sunt, sic tamen quasi sint, conspicienda hominibus exhibeant.
And for any stray Lovecraftians, a true morsel from that most excellent book, the Kitab Al-Azif, aka the Necronomicon. 
Cursed the ground where dead thoughts live new and oddly bodied, and evil the mind that is held by no head. ! For it is of old rumour that the soul of the devil-bought hastes not from his charnel clay, but fats and instructs the very worm that gnaws; till out of corruption horrid life springs, and the dull scavengers of earth wax crafty to vex it and swell monstrous to plague it. Great holes secretly are digged where earth’s pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.
This whole jumble of pop wisdom comes straight out of H.P. Lovecraft’s The Festival. I “dedicate. it to the mindless clowns currently trying to construct another Gulf of Tonkin Incident only this time in the Strait of Ormuz. Make of it what you will and have a grand weekend.

Sound Strategy. Just a little piece of his outrageous nibs’ mind  with a dash of strategic advice. Sounds like an excellent plan to me. Stay cool, groove on and have a spiffing weekend.

Captain Fizz. Here is another little bit of that HMCA (Heavily Modified Clip Art) I love so much, plus an original wee worm. A darling Beluga and mates. One can never have too many Belugas, that’s what I think. This one is for Captain Carola Rakete, a sea she-wolf with more balls than many of her male counterparts. And for Judge Alessandra Vella, the woman who got her out of jail and validated her defiance. Here’s to you girls! May your kind multiply and tell the bastards what’s what.
https://www.commondreams.org/news/2019/07/03/judge-releases-german-rescue-ship-captain-saying-carola-rackete-was-fulfilling-her

Impasse. aka Dialectic Cul-de-Sac. Or as the Spaniards would say, un diálogo de sordos, o de besugos, a dialogue of the deaf. Or between two idiots. In Spanish besugo, sea bream, is one of the many synonyms of idiot; don’t ask me why for as far as I know sea bream aren’t particularly dumb. Here’s a picture of one. I think it looks rather cute and perhaps a tad pissed off .“owing to its deleterious reputation, no doubt.

https://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-sea-bream.htm#sea-bream
But I digress. What I wanted to say is that 99.9% of the political so-called discourse, these days, seems to run along the lines of a dialogue between a couple of particularly deaf and obdurate sea bream. That’s all. Have a nice rest of the week and a spiffing weekend.
Have another young angry sea bream. Por mucho pan!

https://www.petalasbros.com/products/sea-bream/
NT. The “Garabatum. of the Cod Latin title stands for garabatos, doodles in Spanish.

Picnic. As I never tire of saying, good news are few and far between. So when there is some, we get inordinately excited and happy and we feel like having a picnic. This week’s good news is that after nearly three years of faffing about, that infamous epitome of dribbling evil, that paradigm of rancid misogynistic “masculinity” wot calls itself La Manada are finally in prison. Also, the offence has been upgraded from “sexual assault. to what it really was, a rape of the most vicious, revolting and unthinking kind. The sentence, too, has been upped from a measly 9 years to a merely insufficient 15 years. Call themselves The Pack? Animals don’t do to their females what these ! things did to that poor girl. May they rot in jail and may they get served by some Neanderthalish fellow inmate as they did to her. Certain things are not to be forgiven. In fact, to forgive them is almost akin to condoning them. And that goes for you too, Mr. Bolton, Mr. Bannon, Mr. Johnson. Plague take you all!

Moon Maiden. I appreciate that there aren’t all that many reasons for having a good Solstice. It’s coldish and miserable and it’ll probably rain later, when you’d like to have that seasonal Bonfire of the Inanities you’ve been planning for months. And any time now we’ll have a dangerous clown in 10 Downing St. And although the Strumpet is not stupid enough to want to start WWIII, some of the people behind his wretched back are cold-blooded psychopaths wot would like nothing better than a jolly old spring cleaning. Still. A Solstice is a Solstice, even this one which ushers in the declining of the light. Listen to the Moon Maiden, who makes the tides dance and the flowers grow. Resist. Bite. Stay as groovy as you can, for it annoys Mike Pompino and Barmy Bolton. And Henry Kissinger, of course.
Have some music, too:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frAEmhqdLFs
Tom Lehre’s We’ll All Go Together When We Go
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrbv40ENU_o
Tom Lehre’s So Long MoM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6vq5YarPe8
Martha Argerich. Chopin Four Nocturnes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfgVWyjHkCo
Brigitte Engerer Chopin – Nocturne Op. 9, No. 1 in B-flat minor