Venting Splenetic

Nothing additional to add to the crimes against humanity? Huh?

There are mental impingements circulating in the ether. We are helpless to change their direction, their aim, their relentlessness. What we did to deserve this is make clear and unconsidered choices — petulant choices. 

We could have chosen the lesser of two evils, the lesser destructive ineffectualness, or plainly put: the least stinky turd. But we chose comeuppance and “I’ll show you!”

And look how fucked we are!

And see how bleak it looks for the foreseeable future.

There’s no place in the world to hide from this scourge.

One tells themself political violence is not an option — it’s the choice of the impotent and narcissistic crowd — remember January 6, 2021?

Remember those historically dangerous and imbecilic clownboys and their rich dark money benefactors?

There is no end in sight, and the garrote tightens.

What are we to do?

What I’m Reading:

A fascist is president: infection in the sentence breeds. We can’t help talking about him.

The comedian says people can’t think when they’re afraid. Satire makes them laugh, forget their fear . . . 

— Aliki Barnstone / “The Sign as You Exit the Artist’s Colony Says “The Real World”