June 7, 2016
Election Day in California. I so wish we'd have the stinkeen election today and get it over with. the rants on FB are ranty and my patience for it all with stupid photos of the Orange man popping up with all the vitriol they can muster, cluttering the site and making me tire of deleting and deleting and deleting and wishing that the apparent manipulation of the system would vanish, though it's clear that it will never vanish and opinions will fly like spattered blood at a murder scene and the real death, looming on the horizon of the United States is ignorance and pap and stupidity and redundancy and the stuff that drives religions, the fervor of beliefs that are so embedded in the fabric of not only Americans, but in the world... that the ending of T.S. Eliot's THE HOLLOW MEN ekes its way into my memory, relentlessly.. relentless and sad and hopeless and inevitable.. this is the way the world ends.. this is the way the world ends.. and now, the final frames of DR. STRANGELOVE with Slim Pickens and his twentygallonhat riding the nuke to the end of civilization as we know it and wishing for a direct strike on this tired old porch, this sylvan retreat, this quiet street with lesbians and gays and artists and retired folks and Emmy winners and artists yes artists and musicians and iconoclasts and mystery blondes with lemons and oranges: our California bounty, here really not on the main drag, but safely tucked away might, in the flash of that final moment just turn to the dust that will in eons coalesce into a fragment of some other thing of life that may, in time, rise to another level of destruction.
June 7, 2016 Primary Election Day
michaelsheehan
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