what is this rubicon we have now crossed, imperial hubris promiscuous with netanyahu ingress into u.s. brain-dross unleashing froth of hegsethian crusader-cross and miller mind-floss against imagined muslim loss of competence and response? complete delirium! just like the genocidal version vs palestine
but par for the course on top of the brink on which we stand, storms raging west and east with ancient winter cailleach fury, ready to morph into brigit ferocity of heat and acidity, pfas riding every drop of rain, up the nose in the brain, plastic like five new continents, floating on our seas of salt,
in assaults never before seen by our ancestors
still living green not long ago and most of their time
on the planet upright on legs, not strapped in cars, as prime conveyance—but yes, now we have ice like lice roaming the body politic unrestrained, carrying out an orange-headed rage of deranged comeuppance, white supremacy’s long-festering legacy and wound, never faced, never renounced, now outfitted with gun and badge, mask and backing, a stewing white male “bro-sphere” falling behind at every turn, and—
unlike the beauty of bipoc labors
to survive with magnificent savvy—
empty of any rind of creative collective contribution but glued to screen and viralized hate, now fated to serve the re-surge of settler pomposity and craze given lip by rubio’s face in a munich space applauding a hitler-shroud pulled back from
neo-liberal machinations that have never not
been about that agenda of rape, pillage, and
plunder across a globe-scape, fossil fuels the new-old bloodline of the global machine, and reams
and reams of terra-byte streams of dhs profiles seeking to “clean” the country of anyone not spleening with fawning ring-kissing pheening
for the accurately-named white house gleening
of power
under our feet—between 60 and 140 million dead native folk, on our tab, another 30-50 million dead african folk, dispatched in enslaving the 12 million coffled to the block—the real foundation of the country and the continents making up the vespuccian mis-monikering of the landing,
and roiling the waters lapping these shores, a continuous up-piling of pirated-take staking the northern hemisphere populace on either side of that ocean tide with 80% of the “goods” generated by 90% of the hands pulling tools and food from wild nature’s gift, without thought or give-back to ameliorate the grift
but now we face the unveiling of the hypocrisy and the full bore upwelling of the malignancy and kleptocracy: we have never been a democracy, but just a mythology of the same while we pillaged and gorged everyone we will never let show up at our door or on our screen, except as kash patel wanna-bes or silicon valley zombies drooling for our latest palantir-profiting weapons systems begging expendable bodies to leverage the technology necessary to insure the entire globe can be brought into the cross-hairs and made to surrender.
democracy? you bet! at the receiving end of a bunker-buster 2,000 lb-er! here we come.
what to do? organize. resist. persist. combat the closed fist with an open heart and fierce insistence that the planet was made for mutual flourishing and symbiotic dwelling and unapologetic making of beauty inside an ordinary existence otherwise lisping and dancing and laughing even as it weeps at the losses and pain. do not conform. do not resign. learn from those still owned by the land they have loved and refused to zone or re-design.
yes, make america great again, like when the original “americans” still ran the show.
they still know the tune. it’s a turtle song,
not a columbus-clone or a bank-loan or an ai-drone. high time all the rest of us listen and learn.
