The Grey Lady is apparently on the side of staying inside the matrix.
In addition to somehow not putting the millions of people who participated in the October 18, 2025, No Kings march on their front page (Santos the Obscene got three articles, however), The New York Times published what are now its sadly typical mental gymnastics on Saturday. This time, the shovel of shit they served was regarding how they’ve elected to write about the “content” of these marches rather than the “numbers” they generate.
Well, someone ought to take the now nearly worthless editorial team at the NYT, which gives weekly safe harbor to Nazi-aligned pro-regime theocrats like Ross Douthat, and explain to their echo-chamber walnut minds that numbers are the content of a political march. It’s not a talent contest, morons.
Meanwhile, as the grotesque individual fronting the regime’s competitive authoritarianism takeover sent the world sloppy computer-generated videos of his hardly regal, rotund, and reprobate corpse pretending to fly a fighter jet over the October 18 protesters (dumping diarrhea on them), in parts of my life, when confronted with obscenity, music has been a balm.
Not necessarily listening to music (although that too). In this case, writing it. So, yesterday, I spent Monday working out the details of this one. Let’s also just note that one significant change in Manhattan, post-COVID, persists: restaurant kitchens close at 9:30 p.m. I walked two blocks in two directions, people. It was a dog’s dinner for your correspondent last night. Ah, well, it’s diner eggs and English muffins this morning.
Without further ado, the experiment of speaking to the times via music and video on All Your Days continues below. Please welcome the exclusive AYD release of a brand new single, “The Ballad of Tiny Hands and the Bigly No Kings Rallies”.
May you find in it a little bit of a lift in the middle of this shifting, enshittifying, downward-trending epoch. As always, I thank you for reading—and now watching and listening—what it is I happen to be up to here on All Your Days.
Onward. Stay strong. See you out there.
And here are the lyrics:
THE BALLAD OF TINY HANDS AND THE BIGLY NO-KING RALLIES
On Truth Social, No Kings prompted some invective On several details, we raise these key objections To offer this gentle corrective Let’s start with “very small” and “very ineffective” Oh, the rallies they get bigly Man, they’re only getting bigger Did you ever see the tiny hands Of would-be orange Hitler? Oh, the rallies they get bigly Man, they’re only getting bigger Did you ever see the tiny hands Of would-be orange Hitler? It’s not sedition to point out what’s merely factual It’s neither treason, nor an act of insurrection To note that, these days, zip-tied brown Americans Give Stephen Miller his first natural erections Oh, the rallies they get bigly Man, they’re only getting bigger Did you ever see the tiny hands Of would-be orange Hitler? Oh, the rallies they get bigly Man, they’re only getting bigger Did you ever see the tiny hands Of would-be orange Hitler? Now, this orange slob, he really likes to watch His instructions are clear: you can look but you don’t touch Orange hates it, but it’s all a charade He ain’t a president; he just gets to have parades Oh, the rallies they get bigly Man, they’re only getting bigger Did you ever see the tiny hands Of would-be orange Hitler? Oh, the rallies they get bigly Man, they’re only getting bigger Did you ever see the tiny hands Of would-be orange Hitler? Oh, the rallies they get bigly Man, they’re only getting bigger Did you ever see the tiny hands Of would-be orange Hitler? Oh, the rallies they get bigly Man, they’re only getting bigger Did you ever see the tiny hands Of would-be orange Hitler?
