I have turned off my internet for coronation day
I turn my back on the king and his many Rasputins and soon-to-be Giuliani’s. The Trusk dynasty begins. I am not part of it and I offer antipathy and disdain as welcome gifts.
And the hope that the murders in the Middle East have stopped. If Trusk is responsible somehow for the ceasefire, which I begged for since day 1, I respect that. We shall see.
I'm a pacifist. I'd like to believe Ghandi had a better approach to peace than these intellectual and emotional toddlers, but then a million people died during the India/Pakistan partition. As of Day 1, Trump's ahead.
I woke from a long nightmare. Familiar neighbors were living in a haunted house and capturing and controlling everyone. Like Vampires. I don't know if that mirrors the coronation or the fact that I've lost my entire community over the last two years to my ex-wife's campaign of slander and hatred. (She's some sort of life coach so obviously a fraud. Preacher, look into your own fragile soul first.)
The wind is blowing hard outside, but the sky is bright with the late-rising half moon overhead. I am fully alone. Even my cat is somewhere else in the house. I'll visit with her before sunrise Im sure. Tomorrow I will go out in the cool sun and venture by myself in the snowy woods. Maybe Martin Luther King will say hello. Maybe my parents. Or my beautiful brother. I don't know. Maybe the silence will be perfect, on a rare day off the grid.
And the hope that the murders in the Middle East have stopped. If Trusk is responsible somehow for the ceasefire, which I begged for since day 1, I respect that. We shall see.
I'm a pacifist. I'd like to believe Ghandi had a better approach to peace than these intellectual and emotional toddlers, but then a million people died during the India/Pakistan partition. As of Day 1, Trump's ahead.
I woke from a long nightmare. Familiar neighbors were living in a haunted house and capturing and controlling everyone. Like Vampires. I don't know if that mirrors the coronation or the fact that I've lost my entire community over the last two years to my ex-wife's campaign of slander and hatred. (She's some sort of life coach so obviously a fraud. Preacher, look into your own fragile soul first.)
The wind is blowing hard outside, but the sky is bright with the late-rising half moon overhead. I am fully alone. Even my cat is somewhere else in the house. I'll visit with her before sunrise Im sure. Tomorrow I will go out in the cool sun and venture by myself in the snowy woods. Maybe Martin Luther King will say hello. Maybe my parents. Or my beautiful brother. I don't know. Maybe the silence will be perfect, on a rare day off the grid.
I do not believe I will die as a political prisoner. I hope I don’t die in a random act of violence committed by some proud LSD addict from the new White Republican of America. Some J6 moron pardoned this week and set loose like a pestilence on the rest of the unarmed.
I believe I may be privileged to die alone in my bed.
But wow, so many of the people I see have blood on their hands already. Sinew caught in their teeth. People who don’t ever notice the pets and animals that die in every drone strike. Along with the fathers and mothers and children.
I do not welcome the king. Please stay out of my sight. Poison your own world.
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