What would I do if I was Elizabeth Gilbert?

I'm appreciating Gilbert's Substack writings these days. She's made the memoir into a wide open depiction of crossing the line between the I'd and super ego in a profound way, and tying it to actions that read better than a Ken Kesey novel.

I too would destroy myself to preserve what love I can derive from those I cared about. I too find myself alone and celibate (and with short hair!) as a result of my decisions. I too respect the role of psychedelics in gaining an infinite connection with our shared network for grief, love, joy and pain. I have been shocked by cruelty with no purpose.

We live in a foul country with an ego the size of the universe. Why not kill your cancer-laden lover? We're not in the top 10 in a single ranking of cultural or economic value and we have no rule of law. Why not learn to love yourself? The only reason any country engages us is to minimize our capacity to capsize their more valuable assets elsewhere with these childish arrests, tariffs, and shitstorm postings by our lunatic leaders.

Why not focus on Substack?

Today we're arresting Mexican citizens who are abused by South Korean corporations in Georgia. You can't make this up. ICE and state police "deputies."

I am not part of this awful race and our unique despoiled US gene pool (the thin gruel of our cross-bred white population.)

Junta-land. Third world cyber-thugs. Guns carried by untrained masked men.

We are within months of the end of our economy. You can't fuck yourself in the ass over and over and not eventually realize all the protein you possess has been lost. You are diminished by your own masturbations, Donald. So are your militias. So is your irrelevant family of sadists.

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