SOCIAL ROT

It faintly drizzled yesterday afternoon, almost like fog made flesh. Returning down the slope from the laundry place the sky ahead was silver gloomy in hue, and the soft prickle of scant precipitation was palpable. Not worryingly so. My mood was a lot better than an hour before, but I still didn't feel like being human. Which is common on my first day off, after putting up with the vicious old trolls at work.

Neil asked me on Sunday afternoon, after listening to them and their senescent Nazi gibbering for a while, how I could stand it. It would drive him crazy. Um, what makes you think I'm more resilient? At this point I would like to take a flame thrower to the entire Republican Party.

What is becoming clear is how much the current administration is radicalizing the sane element in America. It's just a matter of time before a Tesla Cybertruck is torched with the driver inside. A sledgehammer is advisable, because those windows have strong glass.
Also, the sides are supposedly buller proof against light caliber ammo, up to a point.

That information is only meant advisorily and speculatively, because even though I am resolutely in favour of anti-fascist direct manifestation, I don't believe in pollutative acts.

I am, however, looking forward to the actions of Musk impacting the "self made" men with whom I come into regrettable contact when I'm in Marin. I will be there to pour salt on their wounds and viciously sneer at their pain. And lecture them on karma, bitches.

Because that will be the Christian thing to do.



They are over sixty percent water.
And fully compostible.



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