I’m shutting down this site, but for a good reason this time: I like what I’m doing on it enough to want to upgrade it. It’ll do the same thing, but with a longer focus, more projects, less (or shorter) politics, etc. And Conifers & Citrus will live on; I’m happy with that one, too.
Before leaving this site to drift forever in the ether (like V-ger! (aka, Voyager, Star Trek I reference; don’t see that one)), I want to leave a sort of marker at the top of it, one about the time and place in which all Americans are about to live, or already live in some ways. This is something I’ve started and deleted several times, and always for the same reason: once you start connecting the dots as to how the United States sorta, kinda elected Donald J. Trump in 2016 (e.g., nearly half the country were no-shows and less than half of actual voters voted Trump), the lines between those dots look like a frenzied spider web in very, very short order. By the time I feel like I’m starting to roll, I’m ten pages in and still have dozens of stranded dots.
(For example, the latest attempt squeezed in Alexander the Great, the idea that modern American capitalism is literally just a dick-measuring contest; technological innovation and how that’s hamstringing the holy shit out of that dick-measuring contest; the “permanent campaign;” freedom, and “freedom;” and, of course, Donald Fucking Trump. For all the good thoughts and a handful of good sentences, that attempt didn’t go any better (just four pages in this time). In all honesty, I can’t wrestle everything that’s on my mind with this into anything less than book form, but writing a book requires a completely different mindset, carries certain responsibilities to the reader, etc. And I don’t want to write a book, at least not about this shit.)
With that in mind, I am limiting myself to
20 talking points
– hold on, 25, wait, 26; and 40 sentences max (now, 52; semicolons
don’t count). (Shit!) Here goes...in no particular order…