#495

There are but two main sources of comfort and useful counsel that I find are able to supply me with anything like the peace necessary to get through these days without flipping my lid.

One is to simply ignore the outside world and throw myself completely into my stuff. Stuff lately has included many layers of spray paint added to existing works, as well as a finishing or in-process coat of lacquer. That lacquer is some interesting stuff. It has also included finally getting seriously into NieR: Automata: The End of YorHa Edition. An experience I am glad to have squirreled away for these troubled, muddled, times. A world wiped clean of this too-human life--the perfect place to be right now.

The second thing is the retroactove consolation that even though the country I emigrated to in my childhood has fallen prey to the exact same breakdowns in civil society as 

a) the country I was born in, so, delicious, sweet, horribly painful irony. Venezuela! Yes! These fuckers can just say whatever they want about me and ship me to El Salvador for nothing! For whatever! For typing these very words! Who gives a fucking shit!

b) the Weimar Republic, so, just ugly and exasperating and exhausting and stupid, but

corollary consolation: the cake was a lie, and the country's propaganda about itself was crazy overdeveloped and self-defeating. It was an empire of genocide, lies, graft, brute force, and total bullshit. This is karma for far, far less the due portion merely than for what was done to the varied peoples of this continent in the name of "civilizing" it; but the project was a lie told by uncivilized peoples, whose stolen time is finally ending in a futile, repetitive, cacophanous fart. 

Sometimes the fact that doom is logical and consequential is the best thing we can cling to. The last bulwark. Who are you going to complain to, when two plus two came out to four yet again?

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So let it all fall down. Best you can do is hold on. Hang tight. As I like to say, strap in. 

Because this is it, people. I want to say it clearly in case anyone need to hear it from me, for some obscure reason.

American fascism is no longer creeping, no longer covert. Democracy has completed its course, as useful and real as it was useful and real, and as much a sham as it was a sham. American fascism is now open and rampant, and the entrenched political forces are unequal to the task of containing it--even if it corrects itself, they have shown they are unfit to govern. 

Shit is real.

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Hey hey! Let's try to eat lunch today. 

And.

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Let us try once again to inculcate and nourish the best power we have: to love our fate; the higher the stakes, the better.

--JL