Possible Blog Post

 Ok everyone today is Saturday, I will probably do some phone-a-friend calls and I am also attending an online retreat event which is helpful and fun.

I read the news today and was not happy to hear of atrocities in Ukraine.  But the war itself is an atrocity and you can see certain political interests not having a good understanding of war and moral perspectives.  And Ukraine can’t really wait forty years for the United States to re-educate all the people who wasted their time at hypocritical universities who taught people to pretend to be good while assaulting religious people with satanic media influence and bratty power plays. Like there has to be a pause while the people calling for “peace” clue into the rightness of Ukraine defending itself, and the wrongness of them doing that alone.

 

Anyway, why get depressed, I am not part of the conversation, my books were ignored, I still accumulate a debt to society as a supposedly worthless person after pulling myself out of career bankruptcy quite successfully about five times, meanwhile writing poems and stories that anyone should be able to tell deserves at least a minimal inclusion in some kind of intellectual community somewhere. 

 

I may soon not be able to continue asking friends if they want free copies of my overlooked books.  I just am not able to psychologically handle the variety of responses and people’s successful pretending that this is a normal phase of a writing career and not an insulting charade from being a crime victim whose society supports my abusers’ cruel plan and ignorant view indistinguishable from the political atmosphere of the communities I cared about enough to stay alive for. Is there a blessing I don’t know about? Are people in heaven reading my books right now and watching my overlapping peoples persecute each other and trade their prosperity and freedom for impoverished drug abuse communities to either be murdered or erroneously supported with what’s left of other people’s dwindling wages?

 

Meaning. Depression. It’s surprising that there are words for any of it, and that the lies of the media can even form sentences for people to pretend to believe when what they want is to watch violence against the good people whose righteousness they spent their lives trying to steal.