Every year it gets harder to acknowledge this day as our nation's day because it represents not gain for the world but loss of a rich, vibrant 40 000 year-old culture. Well, not total loss—but not for lack of trying with pre-millenial governments doing their best to scrub it from "modernity".Change the date; any day but this one. It's the near-moral equivalent of Columbus Day, a day also rank on the nose given crimes against humanity—actual genocide—that Columbus ordered and participated in.
Articles from Harrangue Man
Remember a simpler time when Trump was but a gleam in a fascist's eye? Back in 2012, when Donald demanded Obama release his records (birth and college). "Obama thinks he can just laugh off the fact that he refuses to release his records to the Americn public. He can't." (Twitter blast; November 2012).
Well Donald Trump hasn't killed us all—yet.
Politico had a chat with writers who've written of Trump; about how they saw Trump's handling of the transition and what it said about how he will act in office.Their view is not good; he's been a bully all his life and will continue to act that way.We've lost someone that soothed for someone that bristles; a man with the full power of a state to advance his whims and a
With thanks to Gary Larson.I got pitched a job at a place whose initialism I did not recognise.A blanch of horror shot through me after I googled for what it stood for and I quickly signaled disinterest; we'd have been an antithetical fit. Still, how lucky am I to start a year with a fresh horizon. I haven't had that since high school. WFTW.
Last night my laptop went weird. It started opening up search windows and it froze in an unusual display. Unable to do anything and fearing malevolent forces I yanked the power—for the laptop's battery never worked and it has to work off the mains.I sat before it just now, ready to see what the fuck it was that it was when I noticed that the sack containing the Christmas tree was mashed up against the detachable keyboard that was still plugged in. Yeah ...
Every Christmas statements of worth from 2013 and 2014 re-appear above the laptop from where the Christmas decorations are stored. With the boxes gone I can see what I wrote about me from years before on the inside of the shelving unit. It's pretty powerful stuff. They're reminders from past-me to now-me to never, ever feel shit about myself again. I can still feel shitty; just not about me. Thanks, past-me, for looking out for now-me and I'll see you next Christmas.WFTW.