Trubee Records

Trubee Records TRUBEE RECORDS is a record label invented by John Trubee to distribute music by his bands THE UGLY JANITOR OF AMERICA and GLOOP NOX AND THE STIK PEOPLE.

Established in 2014, TRUBEE RECORDS offers extremely high quality music with provocative lyrics.

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02/18/2025

Musk is treating America like his little candy store. His latest accusation (confession): “Who is confirming that gold wasn’t stolen from Fort Knox? Maybe it’s there, maybe it’s not. That gold is owned by the American public! We want to know if it’s still there,” Musk said.
Let me fricken guess....he will say, "Oh, man, it was all gone, it's no longer there. Biden took it!" as he, Trump, and Putin divvy it up!
There are more than 147 million troy ounces of gold at Fox Knox, which houses more gold than other locations in the U.S., according to data from the Treasury Department. Fort Knox has a strict no-visitors policy, which was broken when members of Congress inspected the gold in 1974 after former President Franklin D. Roosevelt previously visited in 1943, according to the U.S. Mint.
They are going to steal our nation's gold. We know they are.

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02/18/2025

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In Germany, new polls showed AfD support dropping because Vance had tainted them with the stink of his own political toxicity. Imagine being so unpopular that you actually make N***s less appealing.
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JD Vance just did to U.S.-Europe relations what he allegedly once did to an unsuspecting couch—jammed himself in where he wasn’t wanted, made a mess, and left everyone in a state of deep regret and confusion.
Yes, America’s most notorious furniture fornicator—the man, the meme, the legend—flew across the Atlantic to the Munich Security Conference, where he proceeded to insult, undermine, and condescend to an entire continent like a guy who just finished reading The Art of the Deal and thinks he should be Secretary-General of the UN.
By the time it was over, European leaders looked like they’d just walked in on him mid-thrust, eyes locked in silent, horrified recognition that yes, it was happening, and no, they would never be able to unsee it.
Let’s back up.
For those blessed enough to have missed it, a wholly unverified, deeply stupid, and undeniably hilarious rumor emerged last year that JD Vance once, in his youthful desperation, attempted to achieve sexual congress with a couch.
It was, of course, a complete fabrication, but that didn’t matter. Once the internet gets hold of something this absurd, this perfect, it enters the bloodstream of American politics like a bad batch of bathtub meth—unstoppable, unshakable, and liable to ruin your career.
Late-night hosts went feral. Memes appeared with captions like “Hillbilly Elegy? More like Hillbilly Orgy.” A particularly vicious internet faction Photoshopped a suspicious-looking stain onto the cover of his memoir. It was glorious.
And most importantly, it forced Vance to deny it. The moment a man has to stand up and say, “I did not hump a couch,” he has already lost. Lyndon B. Johnson’s ghost lit a cigar and cackled from beyond the grave.
But Vance, never one to back down from a fight—or, allegedly, a piece of upholstered furniture—pushed forward, undeterred, directly into the European political scene. It was a mistake.
JD Vance took the stage at the Munich Security Conference, looked a room full of serious, dignified European leaders in the eye, and basically said:
"Your biggest problem isn’t Russia, or China, or economic collapse. No, no, your biggest problem is… yourselves."
Yes. Europe—home to two world wars, countless revolutions, and centuries of geopolitical clusterf**ks—was informed by JD Vance that its true enemy was its own pesky tendency to regulate hate speech.
This did not go over well.
German Chancellor Olaf Scholz clenched his fists like a man who had just realized he was stuck in an elevator with a guy explaining Bitcoin. French President Emmanuel Macron audibly sighed, the way only a Frenchman can, like he had just watched someone microwave a croissant.
And European Commission President Ursula von der Leyen got that dead-eyed look of a woman who has spent too much time in diplomatic meetings with American men who think history started in 1776.
But Vance wasn’t done.
To add a final, catastrophic thrust to this diplomatic train wreck, he decided to meet with Alice Weidel, the leader of Germany’s far-right AfD, a party that Germany’s own intelligence service considers a security threat.
This is the equivalent of walking into the Vatican and endorsing Satan, or traveling to Japan and telling them Hiroshima was an inside job.
The Germans, a famously reserved people, absolutely lost their s**t.
Scholz, suddenly looking 30% more German, all but shouted, “WE DO NOT NEED THIS INTERFERENCE” before slamming his fist on the table, presumably breaking it in half with pure Teutonic rage.
Within hours, Europe was in full damage-control mode.
Macron called an emergency summit to discuss how to deal with the undeniable reality that America might be actively trying to screw them over. European defense officials started muttering about creating their own military alliance, because if America’s new policy is “Let’s get cozy with neo-fascists,” Europe needs a Plan B.
And in Germany, new polls showed AfD support dropping because Vance had tainted them with the stink of his own political toxicity. Imagine being so unpopular that you actually make N***s less appealing.
Back home, American diplomats spent the next 48 hours apologizing, backpedaling, and stress-drinking, trying to convince Europe that yes, JD Vance is a sentient disaster, but no, he does not represent official U.S. policy.
But the damage was done. JD Vance, in one spectacular act of diplomatic self-immolation, had:
1. Alienated America’s closest allies
2. Legitimized a far-right German party that even Germany doesn’t want
3. Confirmed every European fear about America’s decline into reactionary stupidity
4. Ensured that every world leader who Googles him will first see “JD Vance Couch S*x Rumor”
JD Vance wanted to be the great philosopher of the New Right, a man who could waltz into Europe, lay down the law, and reshape the global order.
Instead, he walked in as a meme, a punchline, a man best known for possibly having committed crimes against upholstery.
Europe didn’t just reject his message—they recoiled in horror, as if he had just unzipped his pants and pulled out a throw pillow.
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Warren said that this was the heart of the matter. “Republicans have preached a gospel for years that government is alwa...
02/18/2025

Warren said that this was the heart of the matter. “Republicans have preached a gospel for years that government is always wrong; it’s always stupid; it never gets things right,” she reminded me. “The C.F.P.B. is living, breathing proof, every day, that we can make government work for regular people. That we can use government to level the playing field, so that students don’t get cheated on their education loans, or a family can take out a mortgage to buy a house without worrying there’s a trick back on page thirty-six that means they are going to lose the house in two years. That’s government working the way it should, and it really gets under the skins of the most extremist Republicans.”

https://www.newyorker.com/news/the-financial-page/elizabeth-warren-fights-to-defend-the-consumer-protection-agency-she-helped-create?fbclid=IwY2xjawIg1pdleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHbq92cfUgfJbi8oIRFdX4mdh-SBsGOONh02GYf25-srR5QZhUS0lzvn_Dw_aem_7yKGtdwLJGK5tiut5EfOog

Elon Musk’s campaign to shutter the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau will end up hurting the very people Donald Trump promised to safeguard.

02/17/2025

This is what happens when ignorant people put their lives in the hands of con men and grifters. SMH

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The records here reflect enormous investments of my time, thought, and energy, devoid of the external financial and organizational structures typically devoted to such enterprises. This is a big challenge for me. On the upside, since I depend on no one for money or creative input or other support, I am FREE to produce whatever music pleases me. To accomplish this without the commonplace aggravation of band fights and heartbreaking obstructions by record labels and petty financial control freaks makes the release of these records HEAVEN TO ME.

Of course I am deeply grateful to the musicians and recording engineers without whom these records would not exist.

I was born in Rapid City, South Dakota. I grew up in Princeton, New Jersey. I attended Berklee College of Music in Boston. Upon graduation I moved to North Hollywood, California. I was fortunate to release records through a few labels, write for music magazines, run a teeny music mailorder business out of my apartment, play electric guitar in various bands, have an exhibit of my original art and actually sell some---all while working a full-time day job.

For decades I walk through my life and work with melodies and lyrics percolating in my head, screaming for release into the outside world. On rare occasions, perhaps once or twice a decade, I am able to save enough money from my low-paying day jobs to produce and release a record. Since I wait for so long to get this music out of head, there is a certain anger and urgency with each release. It is like rotting away in prison for 50 years to finally escape for the purpose of losing ones virginity. Can you understand the reason for such anger and urgency?