I have things to say.
I have, well, SO MANY things to say.
I am rapidly reaching the point where my tried-and-true, taught method of Listen, Acknowledge, Try To Make Aware is becoming...
No.
Just, NO.
EVERY PART OF THIS, NO.
I am liberal.
Shocker to NO ONE who knows me, and yet saying it feels like a declaration of war.
The world, right now, is quivering in anticipation of the next blow against the fragile global unity that HAD existed.
The United States is being systematically divided by a man who was bought, and is currently owned, by Russia. His rank stupidity may or may not be a ploy; either way, he is the single instrument that (thus far) is bringing down democracy in the West. Bought, or not, he is sowing chaos, destruction, and discord.
I honestly think he is stupid enough that he doesn't believe that he was purchased by Putin; I sincerely believe he is so egotistical, so megalomaniacal, that his sole motivation (since he can't pass policy that gives him accolades) is to break the entire United States.
Because after he does, we pick up the pieces. And EVERYTHING is defined as "before" and "after" Trump.
What more could he want?
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Politicus Omygodhe'sbatshit-icus.
I have never, in my entire life, been what anyone would call political. In fact, if you wanted to draw anything from a diagram to a political satire while making sure they had nary a connection, I am absolutely your focus (except for the part where nobody knows who I am).
Things have changed.
Embarrassingly enough as it is for my age bracket, I recently attended my first actual Protest. With good reason. With the kind of reason that, when I used to say to my mom "I wish I were born in the '60s so I could protest", has actually become reality.
Our reality has become frightening. I used to think that automated answering systems, and, well, reality TV was the dowfall of civilization. Now I know reality figures are Fx office and polls are fake news. Next stop, sorry fascist...totalitarian...used to be America.
Things have changed.
Embarrassingly enough as it is for my age bracket, I recently attended my first actual Protest. With good reason. With the kind of reason that, when I used to say to my mom "I wish I were born in the '60s so I could protest", has actually become reality.
Our reality has become frightening. I used to think that automated answering systems, and, well, reality TV was the dowfall of civilization. Now I know reality figures are Fx office and polls are fake news. Next stop, sorry fascist...totalitarian...used to be America.
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