Let Us Purge

Cry my child, leave no tear unturned.

Yes, I am on GoodReads

"Sell out."

Ask Better Questions

We want better answers, but keep asking the same weary questions.

Uncertainty

What in the world is going on here? Why does the finger always point at the disenfranchised? How is your privilege today? You are privileged enough to read some silly blog are you not? Why do you deserve to waste air, time, and ozone reading a blog? When do you think a good time to start fixing this place will be? Are we that powerless despite how manly and strong you are? Are you strong? Are you manly? Do you take pride in your masculinity? Of course you do, your strength is merely a sideshow sleight of hand masking your weakness and fear, your pain and sadness. So you have the solution? You have the cure? Please, tell me. Why are you trying to beat me? You've already lost this game and there is not an option to continue. Save your quarters for your laundry. Wash your shorts, you silly child. No one is listening. I am not listening. I moved on years ago. We all moved on years ago. There is nothing scary about you, nothing to fear, everything to pity.

Vai con dio figlio, vai con dio.