Friday, January 15, 2021

climacteric

"The sound of gunfire off in the distance, I'm getting used to it now." (Talking Heads) 


1/6/21 is one of those perpendicular marks on a timeline. Nothing feels quite the same after it as before it.

(Both the 2016 election and the coronavirus pandemic felt that way to me too... but now?)

The hate-people are in my city. They stand out, ironically, because they won't wear masks. They came for the Congress, and now they are regrouping & gloating & plotting for Jan. 17-20. Oh, probably some of them plan to stay for January 21st (the anniversary of Roe v. Wade) too, although the "March for Life" isn't until the 29th. Maybe they didn't want their "pro-life" and violent, armed, potentially murderous elements to get confused (or they just want to go home and change costumes in between).

I wrote this as the beginnings of a blog post, and then it sat in my drafts for a week. Posting it anyway even though I have nothing more yet.