I made the mistake yesterday afternoon of trying to catch up on a week's worth of news in half an hour. I think it has all but shut me down. The cherry on top of that shit sundae was, of course, the Horror Clown's declaration that the free press is "the enemy of the American people." None of us should be surprised by this. He's only following the script from the Great Fascist Dictators' Little Golden Book. One of the vital steps in the success of any authoritarian dictatorship is the discrediting and condemnation of the free press, in order that those being subjugated will willingly, eagerly accept the word of a ministry of propaganda. The State, not a press composed of civilian citizen journalists, produces the truth. Some of us, 65,844,610 of us, saw this coming and tried to stop it. On November 8th, we voted for Hillary Clinton. The rest of you, this is on you, and until your dying day – and even afterwards – it will be the black mark that drags you down. If there is any justice.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,034 words, passed the 10,000 word mark on The Secret Project, and finished Chapter One of Interstate Love Song. Yeah, they're one and the same. I didn't want to say that until I was all the way through this chapter.
I have nothing else to say today. I'm sick from the news. I'm sick from the fear and anxiety and anger and sorrow.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,