This one ain’t much, but they can’t all be gems (PRODUCTIONS!).
Note : I am not in any sense or in any way, shape, or form, advocating for or encouraging anyone to shoot President Donald J. Trump in his big fat stupid forehead order to see him and all his evil disappear in a fine red mist for his crimes against you and those you love who supported him for so long.
I repeat : I am NOT saying anyone should do that, even though you’d be remembered as a hero by hundreds of millions of people all over the world.
Don’t do it. It would be wrong.
But it’s perfectly fine to think about it as a way of dealing with the voices screaming in your head at the madness infecting the world today.
I find it to be very effective in relieving a certain kind of tension. The kind that comes from having a lot of primal animal rage and no place for it to do.
And of course, it doesn’t hurt anybody. It’s just thoughts in your head. Thoughts can’t hurt anyone, no matter how satisfyingly bloody and gruesome they are.
I mean, I don’t even own a gun.
Besides which, killing Trump would just make him a martyr. And just think of how disgusting it would be to have to pretend to miss him and say nice things about him in order to not speak ill of the dead.
Of course, it might be more like this :
But really, who’s to say?
It would be far better, morally and politically, if he is taken out politically. Like, for instance, if he is not just impeached, but impeached with almost every single Republican and Democrat voting to toss his ass out of there.
I say “almost” because you just know that, no matter how strongly the wind is blowing the other way, there would still be a few idiots so indoctrinated to Trump worship that they couldn’t possibly vote against him lest he strike them down for their impiety.
Conservatives are cowards, after all. That’s why they can’t ever stand up to real power, and why they can’t help kowtowing to the rich.
Though that might just be changing. Real populism is rearing its magnificent head and the billionaires better learn to play nice or it could be their head on a pike.
But even more than them, the Republicans in the House and Senate who have been selling the GOP base to the rich by feeding them a bunch of crap had better watch the fuck out, and that also includes Fox News.
I think Fox News is on this, though. They are at least intelligent enough parasites to know that they can’t afford to be too out of sync with their viewers so even that band of billionaire lackeys are expressing grave misgivings these days.
I actually have a tiny bit of room in my heart for pity for those idiot hosts who are stuck with trying to come up with ways to make the tariffs sound like a good thing.
They really seem like people struggling to find nice things to say about a recently deceased relative everyone hated.
“Well he was always very…. passionate in his opinions. “
“Yes… you always knew exactly what he thought about various groups of people….”
Of course, what I am really looking forward to is when they finally break. When the tension becomes too much and they snap and let loose with what they REALLY think.
At least one of them is going to do that soon. And the rest of them won’t openly agree but they won’t disagree either.
I know how Fox News and other dysfunctional families operate.
More after the break.
The ghosts inside my haunted head
As far as I know, she wasn’t singing about me.
Anyhow, I think I have some clue as to where my “haunted” feeling comes from. It’s not a fully fleshed out and coherent notion yet, but here’s what I’ve got :
It definitely has something to do with my mind subconsciously processing emotions. The “ghosts” flickering around inside my skull like moths flapping around a lantern are emotions moving around as they try to get expressed despite the ferocious and tenacious lock down I have on my heart in the name of “control”.
Ha ha ha.
The “haunted” feeling is, therefore, the strange effect of my mind fighting itself to create a state of mind where those emotions can make it through. It feels spooky and unnatural to me because it’s so different from my usual artificial cold and calm reality.
It has a lot more in common with the vast dark and mysterious forest that exists outside of the bright cold light of my incredibly powerful mind with all its logic and analysis and deduction and insight and all the rest of its tricks.
The place that I have, traditionally, been too terrified to so much as look at let alone enter. The subconscious mind, Jung’s “shadow”, the inner realm below and beyond the febrile world of so-called “reason”, call it what you will.
It’s where all but the coldest, brightest, most clinical emotions live and it’s always where the real us truly lives and that means that we can’t go on pretending that it isn’t there or that it doesn’t count just because we can’t handle it.
So for a long time now I have been trying to open myself up to that world so I can learn to navigate it and maybe get some healing done when I am down there.
Certainly, my issues exist on a level far below anything my overweaning superego and its high intensity laser beams can reach.
It’s down there with my most warm, tender, intimate feelings, the ones that were there long before my bullying intellect took over, back when I experienced the world through my emotions instead of locking them away to keep myself “safe”.
I have to open up my haunted head and let the ghosts fly free.
And that means expressing them. The only cure for emotions is to feel them.
And I do that through this blog and you, my wonderful readers.
And who knows, maybe the video too, eventually. I haven’t spilled my guts in them yet but it honestly might do me some good.
I’m working on it.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.