The Angel of Death, poisoning a river, representing typhoid.
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The Angel of Death, poisoning a river, representing typhoid.
journal 2025
The Angel of Death, poisoning a river, representing typhoid.
Monday, January 20th 2025
Today, as a Convicted Felon puts his P*&Y Grabbing hand on a bible and God in Heaven wretches his guts out at the sight of that I will not be crying ove the death of Democracy and Dignity here in the United States of America.
Instead I will do what I have learned drives people who despise you absolutely batshit crazy.
I intend to keep living my life the way I always have and I will stay engaged with the world and everything in it so that I can keep writing. I will keep playing my guitar because the minute I hit a chord I am reminded that I am a Rebel who has been put through the meat griner more then once and lived to tell the tale.
I don’t intend to change a single atom of my existence because a bunch of Racists and Republicans are intent on erasing the world and reconstructing it in their image. As long as I keep being me they don’t win. They don’t get to paint their perfect picture. They do NOT get to define reality.
That’s right, I’m going to keep being me and if you don’t like it- screw you right in the ear.
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AI ARTWORK
Saturday
Photo A.M. Moscoso
My Guitars
I’m going to spend the weekend playing my guitars because before Trump squats in the White House and his morally bankrupt supporters run the country into the ground, I’m hoping to enjoy my life as I know it,
Of course on Monday all of that goes away because the last time that Trust Fund Brat was in office people were in hospital beds begging for a Covid shot and not horse derworming medicine so that they would get better and get to go home.
A lot of them did not get to go home.The Trust Fund Brat and his fans pretty much denied any of the dead ever existed because if they never existed that means they never died and it was NOT the Trust Fund Brat’s fault.
So through bitter experience, I know what’s going to happen to our lives here in the States.
I guess all I can do is find a way through the ruins the way I did last time.
Unlike the last time, I am far less forgiving of the people who brought that Stain on Humanity back into office and I am less likely to temper my outright contempt for them.
I write about monsters. I write about evil. It’s what I do best and I think that’s how i intend to make sense of this sickening reality Trump and his Fans have brought down on all of us.
The Waste Land
Social Media- Facebook, Instagram, Tik Tok, Twitter, go ahead, chose a site any site and it’s safe to say it’s a Waste Land.
The ” food for thought ” is bad, the service is bad, and the cost of using it may not be in dollars and cents but it will cost you big all the same.
These Social Media site aren’t really about communication. It’s not the new ” town square” where we all show up and debate our ideas and share our opinions.
Social Media sites are like those seedy bars with sticky bathroom floors where a bunch of drunk people sit around at tables or stand in a corner in front of a dart board with no darts roaring into each other’s faces about the world under fly speckled lighting fixtures until one of them passes out or someone gets punched in the face and the cops show up and send everyone home.
I’ve been encouraging my friends to use blogs- you can get one free through Google ( used to be Blogger.Com if you’ve been out of the loop for awhile ) but I’m partial to WordPress.
I pay through the effing nose for my other blog, Enduring Bones because I want the option to use the old blogging format and I want the extra storage space for photos and pictures.
Ok. Time to get back on track:
The thing is, that much like Tik Tok or Youtube ( where anyone with a phone can be a star ) Facebook and Twitter is that they make you feel like you’re a writer, a Spin Doctor, that everyone is paying attention to your quips and that those likes and hearts validate your points of view, that what you said is true.
This is what I learned about Facebook.
It’s a purely transactional thing.
People like your stuff and in turn you’re supposed to go to their wall and like them back.
The darker side is, I’ve seen some of my friends FB pages and Tweets and their doctored selfies and not only they do they not talk to people like that in ‘real life’ they don’t even look like their pictures.
It’s like reality doesn’t matter- in fact in matters so little it can be bent and changed with a flick of your finger.
On January 20th reality as we know it won’t exist anymore- not even on social media.
I suppose all I can do is write about it.
On my blog.
Irregular Bones 