Dear America

Dumber. Poorer. Angrier.

This is just the beginning. The techno-rich are building bunkers and stockpiling security blankets. They see what you are posting and searching out late out night and they are worried. They know that you are angry, angry, angry. And they suspect you might blame them. You should.

Dear America,

The Christians dream of a scouring that will cleanse the sinning earth. They see what you are posting online and they are offended. How dare you acknowledge sexuality. They want the poor little gay kids to scream. They want the frightened little trans kids to scream. And they want the women considering abortions to scream. They want us all to scream, Hallelujah, or else.

Dear America,

Strong men with gorilla arms and possum souls want to strangle the sissies out of existence, for fear they might create an equal society and place unskilled men where they are actually needed. Nearer the bottom.

This is your Id, America. The dark dreams you have pushed down have risen back up. It is a carnival of greed and holy righteous tyranny, and if I were anywhere else, it might be fun to watch. A great epic with battles and bad guys and deep desperations leading to a new dawn. A story for the Ages. Entertaining and Exciting.

Except the bullets are wizzing by my children's head this time. And I find it anger inducing.