Capitalism is a core evil in this world, one that makes a sick joke out of better ideas like real Democracy.
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Every major nation-state today is an oligarchy. This one, our own redwhiteblue Empire, is in the profitable business of endless worldwide war. You and I ‘own’ our own homes because of that business.
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If I can’t get you to stand up against the Lie, even anarchy will do us no good.
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I’m beginning to think we might be fucked.

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These quoted-from posts were published actually on 25 February rather than their canonical dates.

I wrote them in the following context.

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I back into my driveway here.

Coming home today there was a dog in the drive. It looked lost but it wasn’t.

Getting out of the truck I found myself hailed by the dog’s owner from way up on the hill where he was ‘walking’ a pack of them.

He wanted to self-present as neighborly, so I let him, and in the course of the conversation I told this Todd-man I only had this place until the middle of March.

He said, Oh wow, two weeks … and the words came down like a scythe on the overgrown weeds of my psyche. In a mundane driveway interaction I went through the stages of Grief. In denial I went inside and looked at the calendar. Two weeks … and four days.

Jesus Fish-fuckin’ Christ no, no.

Stirred to a genuine depth of emotion for the first time in days, I rode the wave-edge of a freakout, like a gnarly master. I did what a real belletrist would do.

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That last line started out as truth–I did write it, and the dogNeighbor story. But I didn’t publish it, and that line turned into a lie as the days dragged by in silent freakout.

I didn’t write much more. I did continue to collect raw material for writing, but that’s zombie simple and doesn’t make me a belletrist. I didn’t really do Work, much less work of which I could be proud.

All these many paralyzed days later I now begin to attempt remedy.