Yesterday I gave affordable housing developers some perspective about a demographic that negatively impacts housing. While terms like “workforce housing” and “the missing middle” are used by the gentrifiers, I explained how the “amphetamine bottom” can impact housing–they DESTROY it. That’s when I suggested the suits asking for $9 million dollars look up “Sigil Kult“.
A group of heavily tattooed influencers, who refer to themselves as an artist collective and “cult” called “Sigil Kult,” have earned online infamy by wrecking their taxpayer-funded apartment in Downtown Los Angeles — and broadcasting it on social media.
The subsidized unit, located in the historic and once-elegant Alexandria Hotel, has graffiti covering the walls, smashed mirrors, and trash and drug paraphernalia littering the floor, videos posted to Instagram show.
The “cult” was evicted from the premises last week, but not before the unemployed hooligans racked up scores of followers, who are both fascinated and disgusted, on social media with their antics.
Missoula has an eccentric character who, like “Egg God”, is not the greatest person to be around when hard drugs are involved. To exemplify what I’m talking about, here’s what was happening last May that led to “Madam Butterfly” returning to the streets after fucking up “her” affordable housing placement:
On May 3, 2025, at approximately 2:43 a.m., officers with the Missoula Police Department responded to an apartment complex on Mullan Road after receiving a report that 65-year-old James Muster threatened the complainant, John Doe, with a stick and refused to turn down loud music. Based on information obtained in another open case in Missoula County District Court (Assault on a Peace Officer) where Muster is the defendant, Muster prefers to be called Madame Butterfly and to use she/her pronouns.
Upon arrival, the officer walked around the apartment complex and heard loud music coming from the third-floor balcony. The officer then made contact with the complainant who was working as a staff member at the front desk.
Doe stated that earlier in the night, multiple tenants complained about the music coming from the third floor. At some point, Madame Butterfly came down to the lobby area. Doe confronted Madame Butterfly and told her to turn the music down.
Madame Butterfly was holding a large stick, approximately the size of a standard broom stick. According to court documents, Madame Butterfly threatened to kill Doe with the stick and told him that she would “get him.” Doe expressed fear for his safety and explained that this has been happening a lot with Madame Butterfly, and he is tired of being afraid.
The “staff member at the front desk” getting regularly threatened by Madame Butterfly is paid by the Missoula Housing Authority, a major recipient of Federal HUD money and partner in the new housing project discussed yesterday at the Missoula Redevelopment Agency meeting, which I attended with my puppet, Pirate Booty. Here are some highlights from that meeting.
After introducing myself as a “poet inspired by Afroman”, I sat in that insufferable conference room for 45 minutes because Karl rearranged everything to accommodate Mayor Harvard. Though annoyed at first, this post wouldn’t have happened had Karl not flexed and forced me to listen to the pitch for “Franklin Crossing“
In this minute-long clip I curated from the tedium, the “co-developer”, United Housing Partners, references a possible “third party” property manager, but wouldn’t say who. Later, when the “public” finally had a chance to comment, I suggested the “senior housing” building they’re proposing come with services to protect older people from the “amphetamine bottom”, a term I made up to counter the “missing middle” housing rhetoric I had heard earlier.
Here’s my public comment which featured my constructive ideas first before dropping Sigil Kult on the developer suits, Mayor Harvard, and the REAL Mayor of Missoula, Ellen Buchanan, a woman who gives ZERO FUCKS about dressing to impress, which I find impressing.
Less impressing–and the actual reason I was in attendance–is what passes for “outreach” when it comes to the Reserve Street Corridor, covered by one of the most effective grassroots groups I’ve ever seen, Kevin Davis’ “Let’s Improve Reserve Street” Facebook Page, recently the virtual host for Ginny Burton’s latest appearance.
Ginny Burton, who has a new book, titled “The Gabriel Plan” (which you can buy online) provided new insights into the current administration’s lost opportunity at providing REAL change in dealing with addiction. Instead according to Burton, she watched a rebranding unfold with ultimately Big Pharma at the wheel. Ginny proved she’s a realist, not a devotee of Trump making excuses for theatrics covering for the same monsters that destroyed so many families six years ago. God bless her.
You would think that Ginny Burton’s clout, and very specific geographical focus of the local group that hosted her presentation, would warrant, perhaps, some outreach (or at least participation in the presentation), were a recipient of public tax money (MRA) to go through that necessary step in doing outreach work in this part of Missoula’s ever-growing valley.
Well, the fact Kevin Davis didn’t even know that Reserve Street was on the agenda told me much of what I needed to know about who did NOT get “outreached”.
And then there’s the curious inclusion of who DID get outreached, that little production company that had to be oh so secretive when doing land deals and legislation deals on an impressive parallel track.
Apparently “Story House Montana” is worthy of “the reach”, but not a well-known “Neighborhood Leader” group doing effective work along one of Montana’s most DANGEROUS and LETHAL transportation corridors. Isn’t that odd?
Since I’m still working on the delivery of my “Afroman” poem about jurisdictional coitus between TIF and TEDD, you’ll have to find my reading to the people left in the conference room on your own. If you do, you’ll hear me articulate what I think might be going on with Reserve development, which I’ll detail in future posts, but here’s the gist: COUNTY taxpayers may be setting a table at which THE CITY will ultimately feast, post-annexation grab.
As Montana’s capitol city wonders whether or not to blink at our Attorney General’s threat to take them over his knee and give them a good spanking, there appears to be a lot of tension where those invisible lines demarcate authority. Weird how so many words in that link don’t appear to ever reference the Sheriff’s Office, which my puppet candidate finds quite offensive (follow Pirate Booty on Instagram @PirateBooty19). Thankfully I still have the ability to put words out to readers as I come across information relevant to the future growth of this town I’ve lived in for 26 years.
If you would like to support both a citizen journalist AND puppet candidate for Sheriff, my GoFundMe page is still active, and my TIF (Travis’ Impact Fund) has always been a leaner, meaner machine…with proven results! So try it out!
And, as always, thanks for reading.