As you can see I’ve been less of a producer and more of a consumer, catching up on old curled troves of emails, podcasts, voicemails, and other media these past days. This is spillage as the transformation of waste into compost.

This is a screen shot from Democracy Now.

The guy on the left went on trial this week, facing twenty years, for the crime of “harboring” “illegals”. He’s a thirty-something geographer who lives in Ajo and apparently his conscience hasn’t died yet. That is the greater crime, in the eyes of the ICE assholes and associated vermin prosecuting him. His name is Scott Warren, and he’s a heroic figure in the same way Tim DeChristoper was, is, in defending public lands.

They put water jugs out in the desert for dying people. Whenever the Nazi patrols found them, they kicked them over and dumped them out, because of course their dim ideas about security are more important than human lives. Perfectly rational.

The woman on the right is also left in frame because her t-shirt says the name of their little group, which translates simply into ‘No More Deaths’. Also, because she sort of looks like me, in that somewhat wary slack-faced almost-pretty Tom-Petty sorta way.

There used to be a saying, something like: If you’re not pissed off you’re not paying attention.

The further down the road of the allegedly civilized we go, the more I wonder if anxiety disorders and depression and substance abuse and intermittent psychotic episodes are not just completely valid responses to the madness of this world. What if the people holding it together easily in the midst of all this are the sick ones despite how it looks?

I’ve got piles of symptoms, ya’ll. I’ve never gotten diagnosed and I have no idea what my problem is, in the clinical sense. But I’m angry and trembly. Sometimes I’m paralyzed with indecision and sometimes I’m broken as fuck and it’s everything I can do to wake up and keep going back into the fray looking anything near normal. My attitude sucks and I am not well-adjusted.

If you are, well, glory be thy name, and all, but I want you to know what kind of world this really is, that you’ve successfully adjusted to, and I want you to think about whether adjusting to it is truly the right and moral response.