There is so much to say on this but my head is kind of wrecked at the moment. I’ll return later with more… words, but for now: The aftermath of Wednesday’s riots in DC is almost uglier than before the riots happened. The level of disinformation and hate has hit new peaks. There are extremist groups on digital platforms like Parler trying to organize armed attacks on the Inauguration on January 20th. It sure as shit doesn’t feel good to be right, but it was more than twenty years ago that I said this was going to happen at some point. People dismissed me, and some shunned me. The scope and scale of racist America was something that people didn’t want to believe or think about. They existed in another narrative.
We are in a fucking freak show. Being consumed by it simply isn’t sustainable, at least not for me, but if you’ve followed anything I wrote in 2020, you know that it has long been my belief that 2021 was going to make The Year of Covid look… fun.
“For the record, it’s my call, dump everything you’ve got on my pod.”
It’s not that I’m not hopeful that this will pass at some point. It’s just that it’s going to take so long to fix in any reasonable fashion that I’m not really confident that I’ll still be alive when it settles down.
And I don’t mean that I’m zipping off this mortal coil any time soon. It’s just really a mess.