Lunatic Dreams (Scenes From A Cold Civil War, Two.)

The clocks stopped at one seventeen. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. By day the dead impaled on spikes along the road. I think it's October but I can't be sure. I haven't kept a calendar for five years. Each day is more gray than the one before. It is cold and growing colder as the world slowly dies. No animals have survived and all the crops are long gone. Soon all the trees in the world will fall. The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts and gangs carrying weapons, looking for fuel and food. Within a year there was fire on the ridges and deranged chanting. There has been cannibalism. Cannibalism is the great fear. Mostly I worry about food. Always food. Food and the cold and our shoes. Sometimes I tell the boy old stories of courage and justice - difficult as they are to remember. All I know is the child is my warrant and if he is not the word of God, then God never spoke. ~The Man, from Cormac McCarthy's The Road (Film Version.)

...

My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning.

I turn this way—the stone lets me go.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.

I touch the name Andrew Johnson; I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.

Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm

inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman’s trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.
~Facing It, by Yusef Komunyakaa, US Army Veteran

I saw this yesterday.

Seems like a lot of people would rather legalize or tolerate sexual abuse than hold people in Power accountable for it, and this seems to be a Bipartisan problem even if it's worse on the Republican side of things..

Sorry, but to quote Syril Karn from the Andor Star Wars series, I believe we have laws for a reason and it's only been a principle of Western law since the 13th Century that laws should also apply to rulers.

It's become a problem that America is overrun with goddamned narcissists who make ideology or politics their entire goddamned "Identity" and it's that shit right there that's gonna kill us.

Some places, it'll be the Fall of the Soviet Union, which is great if you're in a place like Estonia, Latvia or Lithuania, but not so great if you're in Azerbaijan or Turkmenistan.

Trump and MAGA have gone from making the Epstein List a centerpiece of their ideology to denying the entire thing ever existed. I'm assuming that's simply because Trump was Client #1 for this perverted bullshit. Of course, as far as MAGA is concerned, We've always been at war with East Asia, or some shit like that.

Anything but America.

Anything but "Love Thy Neighbor."

Anything to support the fleshpot lifestyles of nobilities we're by definition not supposed to have.

I couldn't do it. Hell, I wouldn't do it.

There's something wrong with These Fucking People.

Sorry, but you either believe in things or you don't.

You either have the basic self-respect to say "I won't do that" or you don't.

To me, if it's the case that you don't have such, and your ego is so dependent on attention from others that you...a human being...would eat dog food to get the adulation of morons?? You're a lost soul and I can't help you.

More to the point, after over a decade of this bullshit I've no desire to try.

I'm sick of the hedonism and unfaithfulness (to anything and everything from belief systems to oaths to partners) of too many of these fucking people most especially those who claim the loudest to be Christians and "Conservatives" and shit like that.

You got to want to be saved.

And they don't.

Acting like nothing that you do is wrong...simply because you're the one who's doing it...strikes me as an express elevator to Hell.

It's not superiority or supremacy. These people couldn't be any less of either  if they tried. That shit is just basic goddamned narcissism.

And there's too much of that shit going around.

And I'm going to warn you now, these fucking people know they're going to lose. Hell, they're destroying themselves.

Worse...I think a lot of these assholes basically know they're going to die and go to Hell. 

But #1 They Do Not Care.

And #2 They WANT to see who they can drag down with them. They believe in nothing but their own narcissism and both think they're small, particularly petty gods, and think the World is going to End when they do.

And the cruelty really is the only fucking point of all this. It's nothing but goddamned Blood-sport to please the debased idiot mob and if you don't think...should these motherfuckers get a chunk of the former United States for themselves...that they would throw people into Gladiator Pits (and worse) you have another thing fucking coming.

That's what this "Alligator Alcatraz" bullshit even is.

20 years ago, American law said you couldn't treat a fucking captured Jihadi terrorist the way migrant Latino farm workers who only want a better life are fucking being treated by the Trump administration!

I want you to stop and think about that for a second.

Because the real truth is these evil insane miserable sons of bitches hate anybody who isn't an evil insane miserable son of a bitch just like them.

I couldn't do it. I wouldn't do it.

And if we don't stop these evil, insane motherfuckers, this shit will never stop until every single person in the world has had to fight or submit, either of which gives these freaks the narcissistic fuel they're looking for.

If you fight, you may die, but at least you'll be or die free.

If you submit, you bring upon yourself an eternity of experimentation by fucking stupid evil madmen.

And that is all they want or understand.

They are going to try to say it's not the Mark Of The Beast when they do it.

Soon.

You either believe in freedom or you don't.

You either believe in the Lord's Word, in Allah Almighty, in the Creator, the God of the Infinite Universe, Fate, Jesus, some ultimate ideal of Reason, in YHWH...it doesn't matter what you call it...or you believe in Donald Trump and this blatantly, transparently false worldly system.

One of these things is simply not like the other one.

And it's going to come down to a fight.

These fucking freaks are desperate to turn this Cold civil war into a Hot one.

For no better reason than they want to murder people.

There's no middle of the road here.

You're going to have to make your choice.

Слава Україна!

Lunatic dreams create a nightmare reality for the sane. ~Precentor Martial Anastasius Focht, upon killing the mad Primus Myndo Waterly, from the Battletech Novel Lost Destiny.

One

And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy.

And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion: and the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and great authority.
And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast.

And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him?

And there was given unto him a mouth speaking great things and blasphemies; and power was given unto him to continue forty and two months.

And he opened his mouth in blasphemy against God, to blaspheme his name, and his tabernacle, and them that dwell in heaven.

And it was given unto him to make war with the saints, and to overcome them: and power was given him over all kindreds, and tongues, and nations.

And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him, whose names are not written in the book of life of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.

If any man have an ear, let him hear.

He that leads into captivity shall go into captivity: he that kills with the sword must be killed with the sword. Here is the patience and the faith of the saints.

And I beheld another beast coming up out of the earth; and he had two horns like a lamb, and he speaks as a dragon.

And he exercises all the power of the first beast before him, and causes the earth and them which dwell therein to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed.

And he doeth great wonders, so that he makes fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men,

And deceive them that dwell on the earth by the means of those miracles which he had power to do in the sight of the beast; saying to them that dwell on the earth, that they should make an image to the beast, which had the wound by a sword, and did live.

And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed.

And he caused all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:

And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six. ~Revelation 13, KJV

Soon (Scenes From A Cold Civil War, One.)

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

Did you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
Ow, oh no, no, no, no, no

~Guns-n-Roses, Civil War.

...

There's a man goin' 'round takin' names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's alpha and omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
~Johnny Cash, The Man Comes Around.

I saw this the other day.

Some MAGA freak attacked firefighters responding to a brush fire he'd intentionally set and then after a five hour manhunt he got into a firefight with the cops and got killed.

I'm warning you, yet again, that it's not Trump that's the problem here. A hell of a lot of these Republicans simply don't see any other Americans or in point of fact any other people as people.

Not even other Republicans.

Never mind that these same fucking people basically get bored and wander off if they don't have "Liberals" to argue with or some random "Other" to pick on.

The trouble with this shit is they said it was about Conservatism, it wasn't.

They said it was about Jesus, it wasn't.

They said it was about lower taxes, it wasn't.

It's not about any of that.

It's all bullshit and hate and lies and stealing.

What this horseshit s about is 70 million goddamned cruel little narcissists, all trying to fuel their goddamned pathologies.

THIS IS NOT GOING TO END WELL, least of all for These Fucking People.

They thought Trump was going to give them whatever they thought they wanted, and of course he isn't going to share the Endless Narcissistic Slob-Job.

And what worries me is that as I've said before, at a Macro, National level America is headed for a Soviet-style collapse.

But there's places where shit will become a general melee, like The Walking Dead but with idiots. There's places where corporations will try to burn the planet down to the bedrock less in the name of profit than that of billionaire relative status or simple destruction.

It won't work.

Because these fucking people's real problem is simply that Other People Exist.

And my Mom, my partner, my partner's kid? Hell, me?We're all lives these assholes want to extinguish. But, we are under no obligation to make it easy.

Remember that.

Because it's gonna be on the test.

People will fight. Enough people? I think so.

Soon

You either believe in freedom or you don't.

Слава Україна!

My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning.

I turn this way—the stone lets me go.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.

I touch the name Andrew Johnson; I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.

Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman’s trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.
~Facing It, by Yusef Komunyakaa, US Army Veteran

Last Post

You were just babies then!" she said.
"What?" I said.
"You were just babies in the war— like the ones upstairs!"
I nodded that this was true. We had been foolish virgins in the war, right at the end of childhood.
"But you're not going to write it that way, are you." This wasn't a question. It was an accusation.
"I — I don't know," I said.
"Well I know," she said. "You'll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you'll be portrayed in the movies by Frank Sinatra and John Wayne or some of those other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just wonderful, so we'll have a lot more of them. And they'll be fought by babies like the babies upstairs." So then I understood. It was war that made her so angry. She didn't want her babies or anybody else's babies killed in wars. And she thought wars were partly encouraged by books and movies.

So I held up my right hand and I made her a promise: "Mary," I said, "I don't think this book of mine is ever going to be finished. I must have written five thousand pages by now, and thrown them all away. If I ever do finish it, though, I give you my word of honor: there won't be a part for Frank Sinatra or John Wayne.
"I tell you what," I said, "I'll call it The Children's Crusade." She was my friend after that.

~From the novel Slaughterhouse-Five, by Kurt Vonnegut 

World War(R) (American Revelation XX, Ten.)

You were just babies then!" she said.
"What?" I said.
"You were just babies in the war— like the ones upstairs!"
I nodded that this was true. We had been foolish virgins in the war, right at the end of childhood.
"But you're not going to write it that way, are you." This wasn't a question. It was an accusation.
"I — I don't know," I said.
"Well I know," she said. "You'll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you'll be portrayed in the movies by Frank Sinatra and John Wayne or some of those other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just wonderful, so we'll have a lot more of them. And they'll be fought by babies like the babies upstairs." So then I understood. It was war that made her so angry. She didn't want her babies or anybody else's babies killed in wars. And she thought wars were partly encouraged by books and movies.

So I held up my right hand and I made her a promise: "Mary," I said, "I don't think this book of mine is ever going to be finished. I must have written five thousand pages by now, and thrown them all away. If I ever do finish it, though, I give you my word of honor: there won't be a part for Frank Sinatra or John Wayne.
"I tell you what," I said, "I'll call it The Children's Crusade." She was my friend after that.

~From the novel Slaughterhouse-Five, by Kurt Vonnegut 

...

[Mon Mothma addresses the Senate chambers again]

Mon Mothma: Fellow Senators, friends, colleagues, allies, adversaries, I stand before you this morning with a heavy heart. I've spent my life in this chamber. I came here as a child, and as I look around me now, I realize I have almost no memories that predate my arrival, and few bonds of affection that cleave so tightly. Through these many years, I believe I have served my constituents honorably and upheld our code of conduct. This chamber is a cauldron of opinions, and we've certainly all had our patience and tempers tested in pursuit of our ideals. Disagree as we might, I am hopeful that those of you who know me will vouch for my credibility in the days to come.

I stand this morning with a difficult message. I believe we are in crisis. The distance between what is said and what is known to be true has become an abyss. Of all the things at risk, the loss of an objective reality is perhaps the most dangerous. The death of truth is the ultimate victory of evil! When truth leaves us, when we let it slip away, when it is ripped from our hands, we become vulnerable to the appetite of whatever monster screams the loudest. This Chamber's hold on the truth was finally lost on the Ghorman Plaza! What took place yesterday, what happened yesterday on Ghorman, was unprovoked genocide! Yes, genocide! And that truth has been exiled from this Chamber! And the monster screaming the loudest, the monster we helped create, the monster who will come for us all soon enough, is Emperor Palpatine!

~From the Star Wars series Andor, S2.E9 "Welcome To The Rebellion."

I saw this a bit ago; Fucking fabulist weirdo Benny Johnson and Senator Tommy Tube-steak talking shit about New York City and trying to say the people there "live off the Federal Government."

Slight problem: The population of NYC is as of now 8.28 million. NYC is probably in real terms as close to a planetary capital as the Earth has, on top of being (via Wall Street among other things) the kind of financial engine that can just buy what the fuck ever, that shit could easily be its own country, like Singapore. NYC has its own money, trust me. The NYPD is bigger than a number of small countries armed forces, also.

(And if these chuckle-fucks get their wish and throw the United States into Civil War (an event I see as very likely happening this summer, it very well could play out that way. I see a nationwide-scale Soviet-style US collapse with pockets of extremely violent Civil War as more likely. These fucking people would burn and scour the planet down to the bedrock for their political bullshit.)

Alabama on the other hand, has something like 5.1 million people and is genuinely a lot poorer and much more dependent on Federal money and as somebody who's been to Alabama I've seen this myself.

Pretty much once you get outside of Huntsville, nobody ever invented the future in Alabama. That ain't what Alabama does. NYC vs. Alabama ends horribly for Alabama.

Mostly this shit comes down to the fact that New Yorkers voted for Zoran Mamdami instead of Andrew Cuomo or Eric Adams in the NYC primary and "Conservatives" hate that shit. They know New York City has about as much of a chance of ever having another Republican mayor as I do of walking outside and seeing a living Tyrannosaurus Rex walking down the street here in Northern Michigan, but they figured they could work with the Corrupt Cop Democrat or the Disgraced Democratic Governor or some shit like that.

But the fucking truth is that's not even really what this shit is about.

Bear with me, for a moment.

Much was made about the idea of a "White Ethno-State" during Trump's first term. How's that going? The road construction company that does a lot of the work here just hired a bunch of Latinos. That's how!

And the 2025 Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue had a bunch of thick Women of Color in it. Yeah, guys, I don't think this culture war is goin' as much your way as you think it is.

And, These Fucking People lack the resources and know the actual political will for that doesn't exist. Nobody wants this bullshit but Stephen Miller and Tom Homan. I mean, fuck, the actual view among real White Supremacists (as opposed to the MAGA cosplay kind, who tend to fare badly in prison) is that Trump is controlled by Jewish people and while they take what they can get out of him, they don't see him as a god like MAGA does.

Or at least most of them don't, from what I hear.

It's actually worse even than that.

I mean, fuck, even "White Evangelical Ethno-State" simply doesn't even cover it anymore. There's some combination of MAGA's and Republicans that, well they want to have a place and be the only ones who live there.

(Never mind that when these idiots are the only ones occupying a space, they get bored real fast without having somebody else to argue with.)

And they're willing to break up America to get it. 

I'm serious.

And, They don't care if that shit falls apart because of conspiracy theories and/or rabid idiocy.

In fact, they'd think it was funny if it did.

These assholes want their little Republicans-only Banana Republic to basically be like a fucking HOA.

You know, the kind of organizations that are notorious for shit like *Checks Notes* trying to run families with a disabled child out of the damned neighborhood, which is illegal as fuck for a variety of reasons. These things also tend to be dumb ass lawsuit-magnets for that kind of reason.

Of course, Republicans do actually want to either enslave, immiserate or simply kill as many people "Not Like Them" as they can in the process.

Fuck all that, and I say that both as a former Republican and as a veteran.

In personal news, In the last week I've reconnected with an old friend, we're officially Partners now. My Partner is both Autistic and LGBT...as is her teenage daughter.

Both are people that Eugenicists like all these health-woo loons in the Trump administration would happily kill. I'm pretty sure I've been on a Christian Fundamentalist hit list since at least 2002.

Yet all the sudden I find myself facing the possibility of not only love, but family.

Thus, my previous grim determination has been replaced with a burning desire to fight for the fuckin' future. Republicans can have them, or the more-diverse world we're all trying to build, when they pry all that from my cold dead hands. Fuck them.

I shit-canned an actual friend this week and told him if he ever talked to women like that again and I heard it, I was gonna fuck him up. He tried to blame her, defend his ego, and then finally lie about it. Never mind I was looking at screenshots of the texts the whole time. Technically, I made him apologize and according to my partner he did. (If in a spectacularly half-ass fashion.)

Then I shit-canned him anyway. I've known this guy for 23 years and we've trusted each other with shit you wouldn't even want to know. Even so, nothing of value was lost.

So yeah, in my book some fat redneck Bubba The Hutt or idiot Republican ain't got a chance.

This isn't some patriarchal defending what's "Mine." This is simply about a longtime loved one's right to not be bothered by some narcissistic sex pest.

I'm apparently a lot less alone than I thought I was, since my Partner has some Middle Eastern friends where she lives that apparently approve of me, but also wished it to be known that if I hurt her, they might handle it old-school. I made sure to tell her to tell them I understood.

I've been over there, I know those kinds of people, if they say they got her back, she's safe and I'm honestly glad they're there even though I know they'd hold me to account in a hot minute too. 

We both live in Democratic states. She could come here or I could go there.

But a lot of people don't, or they don't have the means to go somewhere, or whatever.

And when the shit hits the fan, God help people in places like the rural Deep South or in Texas outside of the cities.

Good people are going to have to network, and a hell of a lot of people will end up fighting for their lives because of these goddamned Manifest Destiny idiots basically trying to colonize America now.

And yeah, that includes the White people.

This country is, in my view, very close to flying apart...but it's more than that and it's worse. Republicans wish to declare a Jihad against All That Is Not Republican because they think if things get really bad and they lose that Republican Jesus will come and "save" them.

And only them.

Thus their objective isn't even winning, but simply destruction for its own sake.

These assholes don't want to make anything "Great."

This is going to come down to a fight, not only because Republicans want to fight the rest of America, but because they want to fight the rest of the world...and for the same reason.

Call it World War (R) because it's with Republicans instead of Zombies.

Yes, Reagan Wept.

You either believe in freedom or you don't.

You're either willing to treat your fellow humans with some basic respect or you aren't.

There is no middle ground here.

Pick a side. It's going to come down to a fight.

Слава Україна!

There's a man goin' 'round takin' names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's alpha and omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
~Johnny Cash, The Man Comes Around.

Nine

Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction.  We didn't pass it on to our children in the bloodstream.  The only way they can inherit the freedom we have known is if we fight for it, protect it, defend it, and then hand it to them with the well fought lessons of how they in their lifetime must do the same.  And if you and I don't do this, then you and I may well spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it once was like in America when men were free. ~Ronald Reagan

Men Of Sin (American Revelation XX, Nine.)

You take a drug, right? The chemicals, they rush through your body, rush through your brain. And the sensations, you want the sensations again and again and again, but let me tell you, you can also get addicted to grief, to guilt, to hate. Because when you feel dead inside, even bad sensations make you feel like you're alive! ~Augustus Hill, from the HBO series Oz, S1.E5 "The Straight Life."

...

For I know your manifold transgressions and your mighty sins: they afflict the just, they take a bribe, and they turn aside the poor in the gate from their right.

Therefore the prudent shall keep silence in that time; for it is an evil time.

Seek good, and not evil, that ye may live: and so the Lord, the God of hosts, shall be with you, as ye have spoken.

Hate the evil, and love the good, and establish judgment in the gate: it may be that the Lord God of hosts will be gracious unto the remnant of Joseph.

Therefore the Lord, the God of hosts, the Lord, saith thus; Wailing shall be in all streets; and they shall say in all the highways, Alas! alas! and they shall call the husbandman to mourning, and such as are skillful of lamentation to wailing.

And in all vineyards shall be wailing: for I will pass through thee, saith the Lord.

Woe unto you that desire the day of the Lord! to what end is it for you? the day of the Lord is darkness, and not light.

As if a man did flee from a lion, and a bear met him; or went into the house, and leaned his hand on the wall, and a serpent bit him.

Shall not the day of the Lord be darkness, and not light? even very dark, and no brightness in it? ~Amos 5:18-20

...

[Mon Mothma addresses the Senate chambers again]

Mon Mothma: Fellow Senators, friends, colleagues, allies, adversaries, I stand before you this morning with a heavy heart. I've spent my life in this chamber. I came here as a child, and as I look around me now, I realize I have almost no memories that predate my arrival, and few bonds of affection that cleave so tightly. Through these many years, I believe I have served my constituents honorably and upheld our code of conduct. This chamber is a cauldron of opinions, and we've certainly all had our patience and tempers tested in pursuit of our ideals. Disagree as we might, I am hopeful that those of you who know me will vouch for my credibility in the days to come.

I stand this morning with a difficult message. I believe we are in crisis. The distance between what is said and what is known to be true has become an abyss. Of all the things at risk, the loss of an objective reality is perhaps the most dangerous. The death of truth is the ultimate victory of evil! When truth leaves us, when we let it slip away, when it is ripped from our hands, we become vulnerable to the appetite of whatever monster screams the loudest. This Chamber's hold on the truth was finally lost on the Ghorman Plaza! What took place yesterday, what happened yesterday on Ghorman, was unprovoked genocide! Yes, genocide! And that truth has been exiled from this Chamber! And the monster screaming the loudest, the monster we helped create, the monster who will come for us all soon enough, is Emperor Palpatine!

~From the Star Wars series Andor, S2.E9 "Welcome To The Rebellion."

I saw this the other day.

Some idiot Evangelical rooting for "The Rapture" to happen because of the airstrikes on Iran.

They think (per the End Times Prophecy narrative) that war in the Middle East could lead to the End Times, or some bullshit like that, and they see (or have in the past, seen) Trump as some unbelieving Cyrus or Nebuchadnezzar who would nevertheless somehow "help" God bring about Something Something Gazpacho. The problem with that is, now, a hell of a lot of these morons transparently see Trump as Jesus.

As if God needing Man's help with any damn thing would not invalidate the entire concept of "God" as Christianity has traditionally preached and taught it.

As if spending Eternity with Donald Trump would not be its own form of punishment, wherever that supposedly happened??

These Fucking People literally think...and the point of their religion has become...this idea that they will be the lucky ones who get to go to Heaven without dying and then get to watch the rest of us burn and suffer torment here on Earth. The fucking sadistic cruelty is the point.

Here's the fuckin' thing, though; Jesus did not promise The Rapture.

The Rapture is a man-made doctrine, originally created by a British preacher, John Nelson Darby, and propagated after Darby's death by a former Confederate soldier turned lawyer turned preacher named Cyrus Ingersoll Scofield. We know when and where all this happened. It's doctrine, not magic.

And it is not real, not even Biblical in the same sense that Revelation itself is. The shit is fanfiction, except that it contains far more malice than most such things.

It's basic Escapism, and it's wrong. But if they're all so right, and so righteous, what do all these fucking Evangelical Christians feel such a need to escape from.

Honestly? 

After the last few days? 

I think that answer is "Each Other."

The motherfucking people these same sons of bitches damn near all voted for are basically outright saying right in the US Capitol that :"It's not the Mark Of The Beast when they do it." It's all bullshit and nonsense, these fucking people don't know what they want, don't know what they worship, and they really don't want to know, or even care, so long as they get to live hedonistic lifestyles and take out their anger and confusion at things like "Everyday life" and "Other People Exist" and inflict their cruelty on other people.

Last weekend, I had an ex-girlfriend (and former roommate and friend of over 20 years who I dearly love and always have) walk back into my life by the random grace of a Facebook post. Come to find out that the guy she got with after me abused both her and their daughter rather badly.

She's having a rough time right now, I'm trying to help, because it's the right thing to do.

I mentioned this to another longtime friend who worked with us, who then proceeded to get....well, from my side of it, anyway...more than a little weird about the situation. I find out the next day that dude (who I thought I and a whole bunch of people modeled better behavior for and taught better than this) found on Facebook and then went full creepy sexual harasser on my other friend. I expected better of him, for damned sure. She didn't see it coming either.

I'm unhappy about that, there will be another shoe that drops, here.

She's not a piece of meat, bro. She's a person.

But it's not just these two. I see stories like that everywhere.

Not just from individual people, there's accounts like Ask Aubry on social media that exposing or mocking this type of shit is what they do.

These kind of guys are a dime a dozen pretty much everywhere these days, and I don't know how so many dudes didn't get no home training but if I'd have ever talked like that to a woman as a young man  and my Mom found out about it, she'd have put me under the house while my Grandma kept a lookout.

And I'm sorry, but abusing, mistreating and objectifying women and girls is not what I was taught, it's not any kind of "Christian" values (and the sex pest mentioned above, while he's not either among other things because he's a gamer, he is very Christian-adjacent and very conservative-adjacent. I know his family, the list goes on. 

I wouldn't think any of those people would be or ever have been Okay with anything like that out of his mouth, but yet here we are. The lady he was being so shitty to told him to go pound sand for reasons that should be entirely obvious.

This ain't the way, my brothers, this ain't the way.

Women are people, too.

Other men who are different than yourself are people, also.

People who want to define themselves, whatever their nature, are people.

You don't get a say what somebody else is, my dudes.

You don't get to hit your wife...

Or talk to someone you once called friend worse than you'd talk to some freaking sex robot built by Elon Musk.

I can remember when a relatively common social response to that kind of crap was for somebody to about go full B.A. from The A-Team on somebody ass and be like "You talk to my (whatever) that way again, I'mma kill you, fool."

I remember when people used to post signs with guns on them that said "Pedophiles will be handled by Smith and Wesson."

You know, that stopped about the same time all the Q-Anon crazy bullshit started. On reflection, I no longer think that's a coincidence.

What the fuck are we even doing here??

And I think it's because it's easier for too many people to rail against some imaginary bogeyman built out of bigotries and conspiracy theories and partisanship than to clean up the filth in their own house.

I keep hearing about a "Male Loneliness Epidemic." These dudes ain't lonely, they're assholes.

And people have a right not to put up with that.

I've often said "Either you believe in freedom or you don't."

But if we don't believe in the humanity of other humans...if we don't believe in the Earth we're all walking around on...if your highest goal is to fuck off to some superior alleged spiritual plane...

And yet, at the end of the day all people care about really is control and power and satisfying their most base desires...or serving those of somebody like Donald Trump...

What the fuck is the basis of anything, much less freedom??

Without Truth, without the basic recognition that other people have the right to exist and be treated fairly, what's even the damn point??

What right do you, or I, have to exist and not be treated as some kind of device that exists only to please those who think they have more social power??

Without the belief that God or the Universe or whatever created all people equally and with certain God-endowed and given rights, what do any of us have??

Privilege ain't gonna cut it, bros, relative status will not save you. You cannot show me where anything says inalienable privilege because them two words don't even go together.

In a world where any random man can reduce any random woman to nothing more than an object to be used....don't doubt that eventually somebody will work around to thinking about you that same way.

One Antichrist, One Man of Sin, is bad enough, correct?? Isn't that what all these Christian End Times nuts think is gonna end the world??

What are we gonna do with a hundred million of the fuckers??

We'd best start dealing with this shit.

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Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction.  We didn't pass it on to our children in the bloodstream.  The only way they can inherit the freedom we have known is if we fight for it, protect it, defend it, and then hand it to them with the well fought lessons of how they in their lifetime must do the same.  And if you and I don't do this, then you and I may well spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it once was like in America when men were free. ~Ronald Reagan

Eight

 "I didn't want to do it,'' he hears himself saying. "I didn't want to leave them behind.''

The void laughs at him. There are miles of empty air beneath his dangling feet. "You had no choice.''

"Yes I did! I didn't have to come here.'' He pauses. "I didn't have to do anything,'' he says quietly, and inhales another lungful of death. "It was all automatic. Maybe it was inevitable.''

"-- Evitable,'' echoes the distant horizon. Something dark and angular skims across the stars, like an echo of extinct pterosaurs. Turbofans whirring within its belly, the F-117A hunts on: patrolling to keep at bay the ancient evil, unaware that the battle is already lost. "Your family could still be alive, you know.''

He looks up. "They could?'' Andrea? Jason? "Alive?''

The void laughs again, unfriendly: "There is life eternal within the eater of souls. Nobody is ever forgotten or allowed to rest in peace. They populate the simulation spaces of its mind, exploring all the possible alternative endings to their life. There is a fate worse than death, you know.'' 

~From A Colder War, a novella by Charles Stross.

Darkness And Not Light (American Revelation XX, Eight.)

I don't have to tell you, drugs ain't the only things to get addicted to. Some people mainline their work, some people... snort ESPN. Some people needle-pop gambling. There are those that shoot up junk foods, fine wines, Cohibas, baby. Some people get hooked on love. And like any fiend on the street, you always need another bump. Just one more bump, man! Just one more bump! ~Augustus Hill, from the HBO series Oz, S1.E5 "The Straight Life."

...

Woe unto you that desire the day of the Lord! to what end is it for you? the day of the Lord is darkness, and not light.

As if a man did flee from a lion, and a bear met him; or went into the house, and leaned his hand on the wall, and a serpent bit him.

Shall not the day of the Lord be darkness, and not light? even very dark, and no brightness in it? ~Amos 5:18-20

...

My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning.

I turn this way—the stone lets me go.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.

I touch the name Andrew Johnson; I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.

Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman’s trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.
~Facing It, by Yusef Komunyakaa, US Army Veteran

So, Trump ordered airstrikes against Iranian nuclear sites yesterday, for all the good it apparently did (which was nothing) and then immediately declared "Victory."

And no such thing happened. 

Apparently, the Iranians moved a lot of the shit we were trying to hit beforehand, and according to something else I saw, the bombs didn't even penetrate deep enough to damage one of the nuclear facilities anyway.

I saw this morning per the former Russian president Dimitry Medvedev that, now, all those "Axis Of Evil" countries...like North Korea and Russia are supposedly in talks to give Iran nuclear weapons.

Meanwhile, Trump's followers are busy trying to Declare War on the rest of America.

Think about that for a second.

Ya know, I know a little about this sort of thing and I'm not sure I see a coherent strategy here. This is the constant drama and flailing about of a conflict-obsessed narcissist. This is the kind of shit that my ex-wife did, but these motherfuckers want to do it with weapons instead of endless religious hokum.

(Although I'm sure there will be plenty of both.)

And they really don't care about that shit killing people, either. But if you expect to actually win, you don't start an unending stream of fights with no clear objective while trying to go in fifteen different directions all at once. 

It simply doesn't work that way.

I mean, I get it. Functionally, the Evangelical right-winger's actual objective is simply to fuck shit up so bad that "Jesus" comes back to "Save" them...and only them...Heaven isn't Heaven if everybody gets to go, and they all think they're going to be the ones who get to watch the rest of us burn here on Earth or (somehow, by magic I guess) in hell. In fact, that seems to somewhere along the way have become the entire point of their religion. That's wrong and I say that as a former End Times guy. 

I wonder if these assholes or those who perpetrated their Christ-less Prosperity Gospel religiosity upon the world 100+ years ago realize that they don't get to be the ones who make that decision about who goes where, not even regarding themselves.

Of course, I suppose they don't teach about the Judgment of the Sheep and the Goats or the Sermon On The Mount either. They apparently think "Grace" is dangerous, and that control over other people or political Power will somehow Save them.

I've read the Lord's Word, folks, none of this works like that.

Without Grace, without "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing" and without "Love Thy Neighbor" you may have something, but it ain't Christianity.

But the thing that needs to be said here, the thing people need to understand, is that These Fucking People are addicted to this self-serving BULLSHIT!

And along the way, it's become so that nobody acts more like they think that the Bible is a lie and it's all some kind of sick joke and that God is not real than the Evangelical and Fundamentalist Christians do. And they don't care if we know, as long as they get to hate.

They don't want Jesus, they don't want a Relationship (which I was taught was required to be Saved) with a Living God, a Risen Savior, or Transcendent Christ who might Judge them for their wrongs and whose Kingdom (such as it is) is Not of this world.

They want a Dead Prophet On A Stick who they can use to justify their atrocities, their bad behavior and their empires and use to sacralize their hate and obsessions with political Power and wealth. And their desired "Kingdom" is exclusively of This World and all else be damned, they'll take their chances in the Afterlife as long as they get to have their fun now.

Yeah, the Word has some very specific things to say about people exactly like this and if this really is the End Of Days, you really don't want to be one of These Fucking People.

Republicans and shit just want to bomb Iran, they don't give a damn if, when they stand before Jesus, that gets them sent to Hell. Their "Faith" is in their shitty ideology and in money. They'd openly worship Dis Pater and Mammon if somebody told them that crap was acceptable.

And I genuinely believe that before this is over, someone will try exactly that, after all it's not like Trump hasn't provided a test case complete with golden idols, which also enabled them to pretend to be "Conservative."

My question is, if they're so right and so righteous, why are they so afraid?? 

Why do these fucking people do so many drugs and shit??

Why are they never happy with anything??

All this shit these MAGA's and Republicans are doing is not sustainable, and it's mostly not effective at any of the shit they're trying to say it is. You don't send Dr. Phil (of all fucking people) out with ICE goons unless all you're trying to do is generate hits for some kind of reality TV bullshit.

And it's getting to the point, whether it's Revelations or the first chapter of Paul's letter to the Romans, that this bullshit is starting to look like a legit Biblical level of Evil (and Stupid.)

Being willing to squat in the dark in bunkers and shit on their own shoes while peering suspiciously out of the firing ports through a rifle scope...just so that nobody else gets any light...seems like a hell of a way to live.

And whether it's We, The People...or just the world we live in...I sort of feel like somebody's had just about enough of this fucking garbage. 

I mean, like I'm looking around at this crap and wondering...whether it was my former Christian belief or my military service or my having been a Republican and I'm wondering what the hell it was all even for.

The weather yesterday where I live was like something out of Revelation, massive thunderstorms all morning, and then when I got up and went to work, it was still hot as fuck outside.

All this MAGA shit has long since reached the point of Blasphemy in my opinion. It's a cult.

But more to the point, I have experience with both personality disorders and religious weirdness and it's my literal lived experience that if you get out but then go back a second time, usually that wrecks your life worse than if you'd just got out and stayed the fuck away.

But Republicans in particular can't seem to stop. They're pretty much freebasing this shit. They keep blowing the narcissist. They don't seem to care if all this destroys them as long as it takes out the rest of us, too.

You either believe in civilization and freedom or you don't.

And you're either willing to stand up and do something about it or you're not.

That's not a question, it's the only question.

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 [Cassian plays Nemik's audio diary]

Karis Nemik: There will be times when the struggle seems impossible. I know this already. Alone, unsure, dwarfed by the scale of the enemy. Remember this. Freedom is a pure idea. It occurs spontaneously and without instruction. Random acts of insurrection are occurring constantly throughout the galaxy. There are whole armies, battalions that have no idea that they've already enlisted in the cause. Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward. And then remember this. The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that. And know this, the day will come when all these skirmishes and battles, these moments of defiance will have flooded the banks of the Empire's authority and then there will be one too many. One single thing will break the siege. Remember this. Try. ~From the Star Wars series Andor, S1.E12 "Rix Road."

 Seven

If we lose freedom here, there is no place to escape to. This is the last stand on Earth. And this idea that government is beholden to the people, that it has no other source of power except to sovereign people, is still the newest and most unique idea in all the long history of man's relation to man. This is the issue of this election. Whether we believe in our capacity for self-government or whether we abandon the American revolution and confess that a little intellectual elite in a far-distant capital can plan our lives for us better than we can plan them ourselves. ~Ronald Reagan