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Burn it down.

Honestly man, I don't even know what to say anymore.
There's the part where I want to say that I have never, ever felt as physically horrible as I do currently. I dunno if it's the covid, the covid vax, general lack of taking care of myself, the steady march of time on my physical being matched by the psychic degredation that the entire world is experiencing or what, but damn, I am not digging anything right now.
Except for the puggle of course, but dogs have always been the only reason to keep going to be honest.
So, the grifting blowhard ex-president looks to be getting actually indicted, but honestly, to what end? I have literally given up any hope of Americans ever being capable of critical thinking on any sort of useful level. I suppose all the states have always passed (or not struck down, in the case of the wannabe confederate lunkheads) bullshit civil rights squashing legislation, but after Roe getting the national treatment, and weekly train wrecks that point directly to recent deregulation...it just all seems so much more hopeless than it ever has before. My mom, who seems to be strolling into Dementialand (which maybe is better than paying witness to this growing mountain of bullshit) is depressed and hates everything. Clearly it will be a struggle to continue to watch this all burn and not enlist in the hate-a-thon. I dunno. I miss everything.

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