A light, airy, effervescent, blog of grave consequence. (NOT!) Dedicated to those of us who must respond to negative stimuli by Chernobyling (entombing in concrete) our innermost thoughts.

Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Tuesday, November 01, 2016

Burn it Down. Burn it All Down.

Something I wrote on September 12, 2016 but never published.

I didn’t mark yesterday by doing anything special. And let’s be honest, the last several years, all I’ve done is change my Facebook profile picture to the falling man and link to an essay I wrote the evening of the attacks in 2001 that is posted on my blog. Yay symbolism.

I’m nearly beyond caring about this country anymore. I think the best thing that could happen to it right now is if it were to be broken up into four or five separate countries. I believe we have reached the point of no return and that America, and American exceptionalism as I knew it are dead.

I know people who, from a human perspective, would be comfortable stating that a Shih Tzu is identical in every way to a Cane Corso.

I know homosexuals who don’t have a problem with importing millions of people who believe that throwing homosexuals to their deaths off tall buildings is a religious mandate.

I know people who are comfortable erasing history because history makes them uncomfortable.

I know young couples who don’t have a problem importing millions of people who at best will ensure there will be no jobs for their children and at worst will be raping and murdering those children.

I know NFL fans who emote vociferously about the awful protests by players during the National Anthem, but who don’t mind supporting, with their hard-earned cash, the league that allows the protests and indirectly supports BlackLivesMatter and the killing of Law Enforcement Officers.

I know women who don’t have a problem importing millions of people who believe that the victim of a rape should be punished for being raped and that women should not be allowed to drive.

I know people with opinions about race relations who think they should be taken seriously even though they have always lived in areas with demographic profiles that make 1950’s Vermont look “diverse”.

Turn out the lights, the party’s over. You’ve got your sportsball, celebrities, drugs, and booze to keep you distracted. If that’s not freedom, I don’t know what would be.