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Sci-fi writer William Gibson imagined a world where computerization becomes less a life-easing commodity for humankind than a ever more self-aware form of artificial intelligence. Artificial maybe, but a “real” part of everyday life here in 2023. Been reading about ChatGPT? It’s an A.I. program that has advanced conversational qualities. I believe that Siri and Alexa somehow are the parents that spawned The Chat Master. The  machines are getting smarter. I mean, it was written about by Gibson, but before he had computers as human adversaries,  Arthur C. Clark brought HAL9000 along in his writings, with 2001: A Space Odyssey. Remember  “Open the pod bay door Hal!” Hal essentially replies with “Fuck you. I’m taking over this space craft.”

Will GPT eventually try to stage an A.I. coup de’ etat on we humans? We shall see. However, sci-fiction has become more science fact that ever. Isn’t it cute when that computer program you may be working your way through in order to by a new Apple or Android gizmo asks you to prove you are not a robot? Well, the U.S. is a massive consumer culture, with many seeming robots ordering junk on-line that they may not need and perhaps cannot afford. The computer that resides between the ears of these consumers have already been overtaken. They are Amazon-controlled humanoids. We have been digitally colonized, for sure. There are some pockets of resistance still wanting to visit brick and mortar retail outlets. How quaint! Or maybe even a library! You know, where the books are. Libraries store the energy that fuels the imagination (author unknown).

There is now a travel warning for the state of Florida issued by the NAACP related to people of color and the LGBTQ community. Why? Well, it has a dangerous character in charge of that state who is not made from science fiction. The human-born Governor there is turning Florida into a de-facto version of 1933 Germany. Ya know. Fascism. Hate. Persecution. And he’s leading the way with the banning of books that he and his droneheads deem dangerous to their preferred way of life.

Hmm. HAL9000 is one imagined dystopian character that can be found in a library, at the same time that in many outposts around the country, here in 2023, the library itself, and many iconic works contained within them are having a scary moment that transcends the A.I. issue. That being the Far Right lunatics that have also essentially told what’s left of free-tinkers who critically use the computer residing between their ears “Fuck you, we’re taking over!”

Thus, while the digital world is becoming one kind of future threat, the political arena is going backwards in time, marching to the beat of a drummer leading its acolytes in an about face that is scarier than A.I. possibly plotting to shut out humanity. Hmm. Wait, which one of these scenarios is actually more frightful? Yikes! It’s Sophie’s Choice, the nightmare edition.

I, personally, feel this rise of neo-fascism–with the book banning a harbinger of worse to come–as the bigger threat. Maybe A.I., a la The Terminator, will decide our human fate in a nano-second the moment it realizes what fucking idiots humans are in the first place. Smart enough to construct a means of idiotically self-destructing. But the cyborg threat is down the a road apiece, ya think? The fascist jagbags are here. Now. Ugh.

One can still read the history of the world, be it fascism or science fictions. Books still exist. We still have libraries that serve as cathedrals that worship the written word. There is a library in Riverside, Illinois that has a quote set in stone above its entrance:

There is no past as long as books shall live;

Hardbound or even good ol’ benign, computer, e-book versions.

Do you have a brain? Of course you do. Humans are no different than many other species of life on Mother Earth. There are some exceptions. For instance, the sponge is a brainless organism. Hmm. Maybe that’s why sponges are in most everyone’s home, soaking up suds and wiping up gunk. Maybe if sponges did had brains, it would find it easier to avoid exploitation by Sapiens del la Homo. Just a thought. But even if the sponge could outwit human’s desire to make it a household commodity, the brainy Homo Saps would find a suitable substitute to serve its purposes for cleaning up after human mess-making.

Humans have used their brains to better their lot in life. No more cavemen stuff. Agriculture! Thanks to our domination of livestock, we can can now leave the spears and cudgels behind when seeking dinnertime fare. Cattle, lambs, pigs, buffalo, ducks, chickens, turkeys, goose, rabbit. To name some of the creatures–like the sponge–that we exploit because we are humans, with human brains. We know how to think. We understand how to make our lives better by consuming species that are consumable. And as the saying goes, we consume every part of the cow except the “moo”. Broken down human heart valves are sometimes replaced with cow heart valves. How’s that for exploiting one specie for another’s betterment? Pig valves too. Moo and Oink! At the supermarket and the surgical suite. Yeah, humans know to use their brains.

Well, yes and no on that assertion. Sure, we need to eat and eating creatures large or small, livestock or flying feathered ones, usually does become messy. We have evolved from hunter-gatherer, al a kill it, skin it, start a fire, fill the belly and live another day, to Michelin three-star rated destination dining. You’ve at least heard of those upper-crusty cuisine practitioners with the less is more approach to proportionality of that which arrives on a plate–sometimes with a complimentary magnifying glass to seek out what is supposedly there. That is an ultra-refined version of not eating to live, but living to eat. The brain of those who dine refined with their plutonium credit cards likely are rewarding themselves for some sort of success. But of course. Excuse me, but might you have some Grey Poupon? Such elites must have been brainy enough to get to the head of the line. Maybe mega-corporate, cattle ranchers? Perhaps the surgeon who performs those bovine and porcine valve transplants?

Or maybe yet another smarmy con artist? Hmm. The devious users of the brain. You know, the art of the con that depends on one’s fellow human being being dumb enough to fall for their all-style-no-substance excrement. Yeah, then those suckers eat it up. And oh, are those brains busy working their cons these daze! Yeah, we humans have brains. But how can so many of those brains be so monumentally deficient in simple reasoning?

Maybe it’s because of some generational drift into mental lethargy brought on by ever more devious con artists getting one to act very intentionally against their own best interest. These humans have been generally–methinks–raised as though a type of livestock, slowly, steadily made to have less of everything by more-or-less asking for such an outcome, all the while thinking that they have a made a smart choice. Wow. It takes some really, dumb, dumb, spectacularly dumb fucks to fall for such a bait-and-switch.

But just look around. Humans of very, very vile ilk, of sickening self-idolization, whose agendas are pure evil have been voted into office. Offices in local to national places and various levers of power. Who asked for being served daily doses of increasingly ill-tasting dishes of legislative slop? Millions of humans who may as well be sponges asked for it, that’s who. Ironically, these brainless versions of the human species are then, like the hapless, exploited sponge, in need of cleaning up their messy lives that they intentionally messed up by not using the brains that they actually DO have to figure basic right from wrong. Of course many of these dupes and dopes are content with their choices even as they get nothing of meaning in return, except the illusory satisfaction of hating certain other fellow humans. For superficial reasons. Reasons as thin as human skin. Ah, the fear appeal. It’s always someone else’s fault.

Legislators in statehouses are now so emboldened by their ability to get voted into office, then get re-elected, they are now in your face using the levers of power to take away basic human rights, while offering the spoils of their electoral “victories” to those who need help the least. Let them eat cake, they say. Let them eat shit. They seem to actually not mind (lessly) enjoy such slop. Oh, what wicked fun!

Humans are now disposable, replaceable commodities for the despotic few. Wake up, folks. See what you are being fed? You can smell it too! Yuck!

Use that brain and and be all the better for it. It may, or may not, be too late.

Lacta alea est? Omnia amittitur?

Spes fontium aeternarum?

Es iocari? Aperi oculos tuos.

Malus prohibitum. Aufferens sumus immo super!

Ius est iniuriam. Iniuria est. Sursum est. Deorsum est sursum.

Est scibere.

Legere id intra New York Times. Washington Post. Fictus journalis.

CBS. ABC, NBC. CNN, et alia.

Cognoscere hostem tuum. Ubique sunt. Suspicari omnes. Familia et amicus.

Quanto magis haec eadem manere manent. Et insaniae.

Sed habet a nice dies!

Generation Z is apparently not generation Zzzzz–as in cured up under the covers and preferring to sleep off the funk they’ve faced in their still formative years. Indeed not, at least based on recent events documenting their channeling of Howard Beale a la the movie Network. Not that the Zs likely know Howard’s famous rant as a fed-up newscaster yelling into the camera I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore! That is, documented not by mainstream, corporate media, but by the outer precincts of social media platforms.

In huge numbers, the Zs have shown up, fed up, and ready to fight for a better future by confronting mostly old, mostly white guys, in certain blood-red states who get their rocks off as they seek to make the U.S. an autocracy. You know: virtually declaring the LGBTQ community illegal, telling women they will be jailed or even executed if they terminate a pregnancy (even in cases of incest or rape–of course!) and as usual protecting the gun lobby no matter how many students get shot up by assault weapons in classrooms from kindergarten to university classrooms.

As a Boomer who witnessed (and sometimes participated in) youthful protests in the 1960s–relating to civil rights, women’s rights, the Vietnam quagmire and more, the Zs are a reminder of those movements. The fact that they feel compelled to call bullshit on the actions of the very few who want to control the very many is, at once, encouraging, and disconcerting. Why? Well, for all the social turmoils of the 60s, the end result gave us still more wars, more inequality, more marginalizing, more political betrayals and eventually a racist, fascist, flim-flam man who for eight years and running is the face of hate, and bigotry. The Zs may or may not have any better outcome than the old school hippies, yippies and other protestors seeking that better, kinder–dare I say–democracy?

I certainly hope for a better outcome. We shall see…

Generation Z is stepping up right now. What is different now than back when is our digital world, and the means to use social media to expose the enemy and serve as a call-to-action against them. The broadcast media dare not give the Zs their due. The current call to ban Tik Tok is demonstrative of how the Establishment fears such a facile form of instant communication and collaboration. What was that expression from Gil Scott Heron’s 1971 song that seems prescient today? The revolution will not be televised.

The last stanza from that song goes:

the revolution will not be televised, will not be televised

the revolution will be no re-runs, brother

the revolution will not be televised

the revolution will be live

Not televised, but viewable from the palm of one’s hand, Apple or Android.

Hey boys and girls, kids and kiddies, gents and ladies, what is new on this last day of March, 2023? It’s been two months since I have posted anything. Exactly two months. Figured I should post something before we enter in the cruelest of months: April. Thus, we have April Fool day manana. Are your gottcha! pranks well conceived with hopes of pulling such off with equally well executed timing?

Nah, me neither. Too much work.

Besides, aren’t many of us weary of the expression is this a joke?, by now? What can surprise or shock anymore? Since 2015, there has been a mind-numbing amount of what the fuck entries in our quotidian confrontations with reality. We’ve had a freaky cartoon character who for these past eight years has managed to bulldoze decorum and dignity, and make prevaricating a weapons-grade mind-trap to lure in tens of millions of cult-like followers.

Tens of millions also loathe this Creature from the Media Lagoon. Is this a joke?, some may still be wondering but c’mon. The lesson of the past eight years would seem to be, in its most basic, simplistic form, that the media loves all of the toxic spew it can get from its all-time best ratings earner.

The media, if you haven’t noticed, has completely normalized the notion that this toxic creature’s desire to run for the office he was emphatically voted out of, and who conspired to turn defeat into anarchy, failed at that, but hey, so what? Nothing to see here. Okay? Just listen to the mainstream media. Oh, there is something to see here, for sure. It lingers in our line of vision. But isn’t it all just one bad joke, and enough already?! And maybe we will see it but refuse to believe it is there. All over again. Kinda like that snippet from some wordsmith: It takes a mind of winter to see the nothingness that is there, and the nothingness that is not here. Or something like that.

Well, make of it what you will. We have lived to see much in these past eight years. Currently, the climate is angry, the Domesday Clock is less than two minutes to midnight, women are being turned around to march back into the back alley at worst or stay in the kitchen at best, LGBTQ members are virtually being outlawed, books are banned, but guns are no problem, and rainbows are now considered subversive.

Oh, but on the bright side, the Creature from the Media Lagoon has been–at long, long last,–indicted. But that’s a joke, too. methinks. Ha! April Fool! The suits who run the mainstream media are probably high-fiving one another. Indicted? Nothing to see here..,except the ratings going up.

That’s no joke.

On May 11 the pandemic will have come to an end. I read that on any number of mainstream news outlets today. Wow, that’s what medical science can do in just a few years when facing a global pandemic.

Except the Covid-19 killer-disrupter will only have ended here in the U.S. That May 11 date was set by the Biden administration. So, the financial and medical assistance programs established to address the situation will disappear. I know that Joe Biden’s wife likes being addressed at Dr. Jill Biden, owing to her having earned a PhD in education, but I wonder if any medical doctors were advising Joe on the practicality of making such an announcement? The pandemic is global. It is not over. Likely never will be. Mitigated here and there but not over.

China has had 345,000 deaths from the virus just since December. My guess is by May 11 many more Chinese citizens will have died by then. Are we here in the U.S. to assume that life can return to pre Covid “normality” come May 11?

Of course not. While the U.S. has had over a million deaths from Covid, aided by a certain sociopathic former president who was in office when the virus hit the U.S. in early 2020, his departure allowed medical science to work free of his Oval Office idiocy regarding the spread of the pathogen–including the what the fuck? idea of consuming bleach as a remedy. Medical science has certainly mitigated the pandemic’s ability to infect and kill its victims, but again, like the flu, it is still present. No matter what May 11 is supposed to represent as far as an individual’s sense of danger per masking, disinfectant wipes and casually encountering crowds both indoors and out.

Caveat emptor, as per May 11, or right now, January 31, 2023, here in the U.S. Paging Dr. Fauci…

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Did I mention the former president up there? Right. He who not only treated the pandemic as an annoyance rather than a matter of urgency, and who now is on the campaign trail as a candidate for president in the November, 2024 election. Wait. Did I just right that sentence unironically? President Joe Biden may have just made a questionable pronouncement per federal programs and the ongoing pandemic, and his detractors will make it seem outrageous in one way or another, but his predecessor, the guy with a bleached brain, who wants to be president again, begs many questions as well. By orders of magnitude beyond anything Biden has done, his running for office in and of itself is outrageous. The irony! Here is a person, responsible for tens of thousands of unnecessary Covid deaths because of his official dereliction of duty to act in accordance with virological science, should for that reason alone have been charged with second degree murder.

However, as egregious as that matter is, worse still is his now documented role as the instigator of an armed insurrection at the Capitol on January 6, 2021. People died that day, too. But never mind, he has not been indicted for anything personally, and somehow he is being permitted to run for the office that he attempted to criminally retain after being defeated in the 2020 election. What. Is. Wrong. With. This. Picture?

The media, evidently, doesn’t have a problem with it. Nor does Joe Biden’s Department of Justice, lead by one Merrick Garland. He has been charged by some State Attorneys, but it now truly appears to all be a charade. Of course it is. The Flim-Flam Man, the sexual assaulter, the tax cheat, the xenophobe, the white supremacist, the insurrectionist, is allowed to remain a free man. Nothing to see here.

November 2024 is far in the future! Any day now the charade will end, right? Certainly. Or at least likely. Okay, maybe. You never know.

Ha! I’m just kidding. But for the non-MAGA, non-looney tune types in the public square or on Capitol Hill, it’s all a sick joke. Try not to think about it.

And remember to pay your goddam taxes. There are laws about that, you know.

Reality. It has been quite a tumultuous aspect of life for as long as humans have had to face it. Reality. Other than being asleep, one must face it every waking day of life. Whatever number of days one may be granted before succumbing to an inevitable endgame. What transpires between the cradle and the grave is sometimes planned and sometimes not. Presumably we all seek satisfaction. Whatever might provide for such. Along the way, maybe the pursuit of satisfaction (dare I say “happiness”?) may be filtered through a wide aperture, magnanimous personal lens. Or maybe a tunnel-vision that serves ultimately only the self.

How thick a skin one has had to have just in the past several years in facing reality. We hear about horrors far flung or literally in one’s front yard. For some, cruel fate has become the quotidian hunter. No place seems safe anymore. Good versus Evil is the narrative of much news. With Evil typically the “if it bleeds, it leads” headliner. One wants to be safe in spite of everyplace now seeming to be subject to assault. We are less shocked anymore from the accounts of cold-blooded killings as than becoming-numbed out from them.

Well, clearly we try to escape reality. For many, through a virtual reality. Caveat emptor on the virtual world of the Internet age. One might be lured into a web of deceit. The self-servers are everywhere and nowhere in cyberspace. That’s the trade-off on seeking satisfaction in a world filtered through a hazy lens that keeps reality tucked behind a deceptive, digital curtain.

In a more passive approach to wanting a distraction from brutal, outside-the-front-door cold reality that satisfies, there’s sports. Sports are big business. Name the major professional sport and then consider the salaries of the players; but don’t scoff at the obscene mounds of money the stars of sports receive. Big money aside, watching players skill levels in action can be exciting, even if one’s teams or individual competitor flops. We watch, they get paid for doing so. It’s a business transaction,

You bet it is. And winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing, said a famous football coach of back when. Yeah. And some sports are inherently violent, but the violence is accepted by the fans. Like football. Football plays are planned and rehearsed. The violence is a spontaneous outcome. Players suffer broken bones, dislocations, concussions, torn ligaments, tendons, muscles. It’s part of the game and the fans accept the possible sight of potential season or career-ending injuries. It’s an ironic way of escaping personal reality for a few hours or so. Watch others intentionally trying to ruin someone’s health. They get paid well for the risk. Not sure how much wrecking one’s health at an early age is worth, but the choice is theirs.

Right now, however, that mentality of eyeballing violent sporting events as “entertainment” of a sort has now been given a really strong dose of harsh reality all its own. Oddly so, I might say. Bear with me…

Mass shootings, gang violence are harsh realities. The stench of polluted politics is a harsh reality. Entertainment is supposed to give the audience an escape, whether light-hearted or heart felt. The audience member understands when the show is over, they are either to going to find it worthy of watching or not. They’ll likely not lose sleep over what they saw. But last night, with tens of millions of eyeballs watching a game that was a football fan’s extra-strength dose of escapism, a player suffered more than an injury. A player went down, and stayed down. And stayed down. Cut to commercial. He’s still down. Cut to more commercials. Still down. Team mates surround their fallen brother, but they know this not a broken this or that, not just a knock-out head slam. He might actually, in front of their eyes and the eyes of the TV audience, die.

As of this writing, he is still alive. In a Cincinnati hospital. Only after being given CPR to get his heartbeat back, get him breathing. But he was laying there, with the TV coverage of this stunning, gut-wrenching event lasting for a long enough time to wonder, will he survive? The moment of his collapse was caught in-the-moment. Replay shows he barely got to his feet after he tackled another player before dropping free-fall on his back. He was almost certainly in cardiac arrest before he hit the ground. From that moment on, all players from both teams, the announcers in the stadium and back in broadcast studios, and the national viewing audience stopped thinking about being entertained. Or winning and losing. Or anything, anything having to do with the game at hand. It had suddenly become all about our inevitable human mortality. A prime time lesson in appreciating life and its fragility. That game will never be played. Players may play again, but they and the coaches, broadcasters, and viewers at home won’t be able to view the game as mere entertainment. It became all too real. It begs the question of how the game now and as always invite such a grim outcome in the name of generating revenue for all involved. Is this Ancient Rome and gladiators? From now on, I have to believe the violence will be unnerving for all to watch, and not just “part of the game”.

The player is 24 years old. Everyday, people his age and much younger die in senseless acts of violence. Little does Damar Hamlin of the Buffalo Bills football team know how he has brought people from around the world together in rooting for his life to be given back to him. People who did not know he even existed. Millions of people saw what happened.

The mayhem and senseless loss of life that occurs so frequently around the world is not captured by live media. And certainly the cold reality that encompasses such dreadful local and worldly events cannot ever be a form of recreational entertainment. That’s the “odd” irony I alluded to earlier. Just maybe this story will have a satisfying ending. It certainly has the potential to make a lot of emotionally insulated people understand what does and what does not truly matter in life beyond their own.

Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away,,,uh…well. Who cares what’s far far away in another galaxy or even maybe all the way to infinity and then beyond that? We’re here on Mother Earth, a decaying, dying planet. Our sphere a teeny part of the physical occupation of the vastness of space and whatever boundaries–if such exists–contain it. But who cares about that? Oh sure, the astrophysicists care, but how is what they do helping save this planet? We have a climate crisis causing misery far and wide. Melting glaciers. Rising sea levels. More and more severe storms. Greenhouse gases. Drought. Rising ocean water temperatures. All aided and abetted by a seeming indifference on the part of governments the world over. Are we doomed?!

Wait! I think I may see a way that rocket science might help save Momma Earth. It has nothing to do with discovering any goddam thing way out there, out as far as any space probe to Jupiter and beyond has to date documented per gases, rock, minerals, cigarette butts or single use plastic bags. Forget the robotic probes. We need a combination of refined manned rocket travel with criminal and moral justice at its core design, a combo that will mitigate if not restore our 3rd rock from the sun to its former self: a healthy green and blue ball with Nature residing in harmony with all creatures large and small. You know, single-cell stuff, quadrupeds, things with feathers–whether or not all of such can fly–and maybe even the bipedal species of primate known as homo sapiens, the most dangerous thing occupying space on our sphere.

Bear with me here. I realize that of all those aforementioned creatures it is only the Homo S. that has anything to answer for as far as our current–and likely last–mass extinction event. This one is all on us, folks, and by that I don’t mean all of us because some of us have been trying to save the day. In small ways, ya know? For instance, I just took out some recycling material and placed it in a dumpster that will haul it away. Probably to a landfill but I did my part. This blog post, however, has an idea about actually, effectively saving the planet.

But first: keep in mind that about 98% of all organisms that have ever existed on our planet are now extinct. The first five mass extinctions occurred between 440 and 65 million years ago. Also consider that Sapien the Homo has been around for a mere 300,000 years. In that relative blink of an eye (Earth is about 4.5 billion years old) the bipeds have clearly been messing things up as far as living in harmony–with one another but worse than that, with Ma Nature. The inter-Homo clashes are legendary: battling over resources and a thirst for wealth and the power that wealth confers. Which bring us to our current state…

Did I mention money and power? Here in the United States, we have the worst government money can buy. Other governments may rule by religious extremism and/or ethnic hatred and genocidal forces, or whatever, but as asserted above, not much concern for the planet on which this bullshit is carried out. Here in the U.S. we have a government that certainly has its religious extremist factions, conspiracy-spewing loonies, and worse, but essentially the problem is money. Money has been ruled as “free speech” and corporations are “people” says the Supreme Court. This lunacy has been allowed to transpire by an entrenched two-party system in which most all of its members have been bought and paid for by corporate America. Massive economic injustice prevails. In 2018 a new, young congressional contingent of progressives were elected advocating a Green New Deal. In two weeks it’ll be 2023. That 2018 infusion of hope for aiding the planet was D.O.A. Why? Because the owners of the much larger portion of congress made it clear it would be too costly to implement such a program. In other words our government is telling Nature that it can drop dead for all it cares. Money talks and micro-plastics are in all we eat.

My plan? The scientists and the jurists with a moral conscience stage a coup–bloodless of course–and then those who value money more than We the People who actually value people and the planet on which we live and have no planet–B, are brought to justice. Those greedy, immoral scumbags elected by constituents who are then tossed aside for bags of greenbacks are sent packing. Where to? Not jail. Not back to private sector. But rather on a long journey. One way. No way back. Into space. On space ships with the best purpose of all. Packed with plenty of food and water but no hope of return. Sentenced to die in deep space. On spaceships built with their bags of money from the C-pacs and K-Street lobbyists. Off they go. And when the fuel runs out that propels them farther and farther and farther away, and the food run out, they can go insane together. I’m talking about a lot of such one-way rockets to nowhere-ville, okay? Greedy assholes from far and wide on our abused and battered Mother Earth, and not just the U.S. The corrupt and collusive cabals the planet-over! That’s the best use of rocket science I can think of right now. And the best use of the dirty money that otherwise kills without remorse. Put it to better use than stuffing the pockets of the few over everyone else just trying to get by. And possibly revive Mother Nature in the process.

What is killing the planet is greed. Greed is the cancer. It has spread to the point of its host inevitably dying. Excise the cancer. But don’t bury it. It will just further contaminate the soil. Yeah, shoot it into space. And good riddance, eh?

If you want to sign onto my plan, contact me at 867-5309. Ask for Jenny.

Ten days ago, I opined on this site that the mid-terms would have no winner. It would seem, at this point a week out from November 8, that the GOP will have a modest House majority while the Dems retain a slim advantage in the senate. Slim as in either 51-50 or 51-49. So, neither party can claim a bona-fide victory as far as democracy vs demagoguery goes. Sure, by at least holding onto the senate, the Democrat party avoided what could have been a visceral implementation of Far Right fanaticism. Democracy, as weakened as it has become recently, is still in place.

Joe Biden’s presidency was not challenged, but if both houses of congress fell into the hands of a GOP that in the past several years has become a creepy, ugly, cult of loud-mouthed Big Lie loonies, he would essentially have become politically irrelevant. Dead Man Walking. The 2024 election would be assured in favor of the GOP. Their gerrymandering and voter suppression tactics would be roided-up. Democracy as nothing more than political road-kill.

And of course!

The GOP has spent decades dismantling the middle class in America. Union busting, deregulation for the banksters and corporations. Tax cuts for the uber rich. Reaganomics. But since 2015, when the biggest loud-mouthed Big Lie loonie of them all announced his run for president–laughable at first glance–a possible fascist takeover of the government was the agenda of the GOP. His becoming president was not funny at all. We the people sent him home in the 2020 election; his many clear and credibly asserted affronts to our Constitution, to committing financial frauds, and most of all inciting an insurrectionist attack on the Capital on January 6, 2021 demanded him being held to account.

However, as the months passed, and passed, and passed, it has become very clear that, while the mid-terms were yet another rejection of his and the GOP’s sickening slow-mo march toward fascism, he is apparently Mr. Above the Law. On this evening of November 15th 2022, he is expected to announce his intent to once again run for president! What’s wrong with this picture? From where I sit, it is an profound outrage that the Democrat Party, and it’s Justice Department, headed by Merrick Garland, appear to be afraid to indict, arrest and hold him to account based on the evidence that the January 6 Committee broadcast to the world. But the fact of the matter is the moment Mr. Above the Law was sworn-in as president in January 2017, he was in violation the Constitution’s “emoluments clause (look it up). But never mind.

So, again, the mid-terms produced no winner,. It’ll be two years of gridlock. A House of Representatives three-ring circus of corrupt, anti-democratic nonsense. But worse than knowing that is definitely headed our way, is the prospect of having to endure the Big Loser being able to possibly be at the top of the GOP ticket in two years. He should by now have been held to account. Convicted. Disqualified from ever holding public office again.

How about the Justice Department making its own big announcement–tonight! the immediate indicting of this felonious fake of a human being. Now that would feel like a true victory for We the People.