cognito

fear tunnel

new lamps for old

here we are again and here we go

our victims never rest, even death is not a rest.

i've never felt safer, never less safe.

and i've never felt greater love, pumpkin love.

the vast numbers of people who are under our occupation know what most of our own people do not, that we are the  preminent terror state, but growing numbers here will start to see through the smoke of obfuscation and misinformation, lies and propaganda, and we too may rise up. but the odds against freedom in such a terror state are almost overwhelming.

the rest of the world knows us more for what we are than the propaganda, a deadly force, a rogue state menacing the planet.

i always feel oppressed by these winter holidays, yet ambivalent, i got some wonderful baby love last night and my family still loves my radical ass and bless their souls and warm embrace. i hug that baby close and think, what the hell kind of world awaits him, and think, we have to provide shelter for these innocent and fragile beings, when we ourselves don't know how to navigate the treacherous world the powerful made.