another place in the same time.

these systems are failing.

 

i keep drawing blanks. i can't recall the stretches i did yesterday. it's like my core is telling me something has to change but then i go stiff and blank again. 

i'm reading a book called lucky breaks. it's about the war in ukraine before this one, that was going on since the 2014 coup. now it's a world war, and the book is a time capsule.

drawing blanks and lucky breaks.

the severe thunderstorm lasted five minutes, with no thunder. the obamachron didn't even pause, let alone get washed away. we're going to pay for what the golfing oligarchs take. 

 still stiff, or, stiff again. ears ringing. it could be worse, thanks for asking. 

biden wants 100 million more for the weapons industry than reagan during the height of the cold war, but it's not a democrat war, it's war, it's capitalism, it's the oligarchs killing and plundering the planet. it's the death and destruction industry.

this fellow was carrying his sign on top of his head around the quadrangle. i asked what his sign said, and can i take a picture. i can't show my face he said. his face was covered with a black and white american flag and his head too, leaving only a slit for his eyes, but he had to also cover his eyes with his sign. veritas sounds familiar (and shadowy) but i can't recall what it is. he says he has to be careful what he says. he wondered where the students were. spring break i said. we talked dogs, and the world, tentatively. i said i prefer anarchy rather than ideology. we agreed about corruption and power, and dogs, no argument, and that's enough. he was disappointed the students were gone, but happy to meet charlie and me.

 the arms dealer oligarchs of this world are gleeful today — see them smiling and shaking hands. oh, they are so happy, the profits are unprecedented.