Dear internet, it’s a few days after that holiday of Christ and the end of a Gregorian calendar year 2025 has rolled around and the beginning of a new year 2026 here on planet earth has arrived that I am able to sign into this blog and post another blagh post in the age of big tech algorithms and social media censorship where I have found a couple of my social media pages banned, suspended or shut down in the name of community guidelines or modern day book burning as both the UK and Australia are both now under a massive censorship regime. And sometimes I wonder if I should call this blagh pro police state instead of no police state for it to last a little longer. 

And so there was a Tompkins Square Park t – shirt Holiday Sale that I attempted to vend those banned Tompkins Square Park t – shirts at in Tompkins Square Park during SantaCon, that day when thousands of Santas descend on New York City that was a week before that annual MORUS Holiday Market of Fly and Carla handmade items where I attempted to vend black lives matter jewelry at in this holy day season in New York City.

And thank you Jeff Stark, Nonsense NYC and Eden for helping to get a few people to these events. 

And that comet 3I/ATLAS alien invasion that I have been blaghing about for the past few months never happened as it passed by planet earth during it’s closest approach December 19th on its way to Jupiter.

And it’s been another year of more people passing away here on planet earth. So many that I found myself posting this passage on Facebook a few weeks ago:

dear facebook, i turn on facebook once a day to see that once a day someone I know of from my generation has died, or their parents have passed away. facebook has replaced myspace for online obituaries. i hate it that death is a part of life. and death has replaced birth for being the first post i see at the top of my facebook feed. this has been the worst year ever for deaths. one generation passes and another one comes but the earth abideth forever.

And if you have been on the Lower East Side or East Village it is called for real estate marketing purposes, squatter scene in the late 80’s or early 90’s, you may have heard of or came across John “The Communist” Potak, a squatter revolutionary and one of those 13th Street squatters who plastered his posters everywhere on light poles and beyond in that East Village neighborhood and went to countless demonstrations and marches with his class war on the poor spray painted on a sheet banners during those Tompkins Square Park police riots, homeless encampments and Squatter May Day concerts against police state repression, gentrification and war.

The if you need a home, take one, squatter community, is saddened to hear that John the Communist passed away December 16th. He was a prolific propagandist  And his banners remain. The only thing constant is change and some stories do not end as you expect.

Auld Lang Syne 2025