Tell me I’m making it all up for myself
Haven’t been here for a while. Cooling my heels on maybe half a dozen posts for which I have content materials assembled and the writing just awaiting the typing I don’t feel like doing against the relentless pass rush of AutoCorrect/AI.
Stranded, I guess. My principal emotion is akin to what I felt back in 2019, when I took a year off from this site because who can write about dread every day? Like then, my mind is telling me the Dark Age is upon us because we don’t deserve to be saved from the fate our enemies intend for us. They’re brain-damaged sociopaths; a near majority of us are just brain-damaged. Good guys and bad guys both done in by appalling lack of education and undeveloped consciousness skills at foreseeing consequences from a Universe-of-One perspective. I don’t like gas prices at the pump, I don’t like the way Trump talks so mean, and the Iran thing I just don’t get, so I won’t vote this time. Fine. We get what we deserve as a nation. That’s the real American Way. No other nation’s people can say that, because whatever they think, they are living in an American world crafted and/or over-indulged by America.
So screw it. Feeling like this is how I came to write The Death of the Republic in 2021. Do I owe you anything at the moment? Not to my mind. But it’s a time of day when I usually write something, and here I am, and so here goes…
Saw this by accident the other day looking for something else. It made a strong impression on me. Here it is:

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