i was wondering on the walk to the island this morning about surveillance in obamaland. i live by his old house and there is a continual surveillance on his street even when he's nowhere near. as an ex-president he will have that surveillance forever, and in obamaland the surveillance will expand and confiscate our park. for life. he will be lord of the park with surveillance, for life. i wonder if people think about that. everything connected to obamaland will be controlled and surveilled from now on. 
to me that, and drone strikes, and suppression of freedom of the press, will be obama's legacy.  
i was talking with a sympathetic birder who pointed out how much worse the trump is but i just see him as the next albeit far more hideous face of empire. 
anyway if we didn't walk this somewhat denuded green space i'd likely be too preoccupied with other things like assault rifles, school slaughters, and multiple genocidal wars. i wouldn't have noted that the security camera tree had shed it's camera. for the moment someone is still caring for the tree more than security. but we mostly can't keep surveillance in our mind. we don't think about being watched. the cameras recede, they seem like dead objects, not eyes. i like to see them laying on the ground. 
i'm thinking i won't want to walk in a theme park campus with a lighted tower next a golf course adorned with great lawns and security details. i'm thinking my dog and i will be considered domestic terrorists for the outrageous freedom we assumed today. i'm thinking of who will surveil and who will be surveilled and who will surveil the surveillers. in obamaland in trumpworld. in my heart. a sink.
i was thinking about guns again and freedom and security. i read that there are 101 guns per hundred people in america. after the valentines's day school massacre the trumps say let's arm the teachers, and lets teach the children guns save lives, let's let the kids grow up to be concealed carriers too. let's teach the kids to be soldiers in the war on terror, let's start them young, so they will not make the mistake of innocence and will know the law of kill or be killed. 
it happens, my mind trails off into these terrible thickets, just walking with birders in the park. it's not natural, i know. it's sick. mea culpa. i should be thinking about something else, about those adorable first buds of spring. i should be using my imagination to grow good things.