Thick and humid. I’m all but wearing the air out here today. And I have extra far to go today. Is there thunder? (Yes and Amen. Let it be.)
On the radio: “Call out the agents and kill the journalists and lawyers that won't comply with our orders. This is the dollar deal.” But the power is blown and the lights go dark. Blackout audience flashlights in the teargas. He’s watching the streets from the thirtieth floor window of the high tower like some Babylonian king.
This is mild suicidal violence on a national scale. A toxic topic that we will not discuss. The state patrol is a performance. They’re out as a show of force. A demonstration from the demon Stration. There will be fireworks, but no fireflies tonight.
“Aim for the protesters on their faggy bicycles. Watch it now. We’re not just kicking dogs here. They’re sick people, radical left lunatics. Why can’t we shoot them. Stack the bodies now, figure it out later.”
This just goes on and on. Doesn’t it? Every day like this. Today even more. And more to come.
“Let God be true and every man else a liar. Worse and worse, deceiving and being deceived. I am your salvation. I am your hope. This doctrine is profitable. And we’re all about the profit. Profit and power. It’s me or nothing and you are nothing to me. Burn one hundred. Burn another one. Let them burn if they won't be true. We need no woke lethality laws. My words or nothing. Anything else doesn’t exist or it is a lie.”
These things may not be true. I don’t remember. And it’s so hard to tell anymore. Is there thunder? (Yes and Amen. Let it be.) Two democratic lawmakers shot with their spouses in Minnesota. An aggressive act, a blow to kill a smaller man, a smaller woman. Kicked and punched and drinking cough syrup. Covered in broken glass. A bloody bandage and a shattered window. They won’t be content until we’re all dead and choking on the ashes of the world. How far fringe are the voices of violence? Never far enough.
The shooter was impersonating a police officer. ACAB – especially the cosplay officers. A politically motivated assassination. Evangelical Christians making enemies hit list. Blamed for the moral decay of his home and native land. Security patrols. Overseas security consultant. Mercenary. Assassin.
A man in a trench coat. In this heat. Someone’s going to notice. This humidity. They’re going to see him. But as a police officer? Ask yourself why? And Why not? Unlocking doors. Security guns. Improvise. Adapt. Overcome. Ambush broad strokes.
Message from my brother – he’s walked downtown to find a protest to join. Oh, and that he’s borrowed my War Resisters Organization Manual. “Home later. If I’m not arrested.”I wish there was something more I could give him. I wish there was something more I could say. I can’t stop what is falling apart. I’m trying to write on the move. I am staying ahead of the time and the clock. Hoping to stay ahead of the men with clubs and batons. Recording my thoughts and prayers as I move in my illegible handwriting.
Organize forward support. Stay in the shade and shadows whenever possible. J’ai besoin des medecine et l’eau.
“Learn the truth about why the left has left and the right is right.” I’ve heard them on the radio. On the news. I hear them everywhere. “Democrats are boasting that they’re going to win. They should be boasting about their prisons. About the darkness. They are beyond the pale and behind the veil. Ignorant and proud of their own conceits. Our enemies of unbelief, without mercy.”
Is there thunder? (Yes and Amen. Let it be.)
Will there be lightning? (Please and thank you. Amen.) Let that delay or postpone them. If only for a time. Let it rain, Lord.
21,813 steps. 11.0 Miles
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