I'm bringing back Lupe's nearly forgotten song as a near-perfect takedown of Ye’s then proto but now overt fascism. Appropriately, listening to it takes less than a minute of our time—in just a few seconds mocking, being bored, pitying, and being outraged at the same time!—then directs our attention toward more important things.

This is to share and make a smallish comment about a jaw-dropping image that I've just seen, fresh in my newsfeed from Nation magazine....

…Or… if you want to watch, or already did—if you are into that sort of thing—let’s compare notes. The production was fascinating in...

What do we remember? How do we remember? What good does it do? I started writing this post while the media was hyping the 50th...