Not feeling particularly inspired this morning. But I’ve gotten into the habit of typing out whatever pops into my head, just to see if it sticks. And right now it’s just one of those days were only a line or two comes through. But that’s okay, with as much shit as I spit out, maybe a day or two of keeping my mouth shut isn’t a bad thing.
Other than wading through the holidays it’s been pretty quiet around here. The mechanic got the old truck running, my son got the screen door fixed, and we found the hole where the opossum’s been getting into the house. Maybe I said too much there, but that’s life in a rural community where deer show up downtown to eat grain blowing out of the silos.
After 25 years it all seems routine for a boy bought up in the suburbs. Now I’m surrounded by the rural bight of abandoned storefronts, empty warehouses, and closed shirt factories. We watch urban centers grow and grow while the rest of the country fades into obscurity. Yet the “well-off” and the “educated” can’t figure out why we elected a madman to be king.
Too many questions for one man to answer. But when people are hurting, they tend to rally around what they know, like the myths they see I on TV and in the movies. They cling to the things they’ve been taught were right. God, Guns, and the Rights of the Common Man. I don’t want to tell you what to believe. The words of a Reality Show Monarch or the whiny promises of a Socialist Utopia. Either way, you should always look behind the curtain and see who’s really pulling the strings.
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