A medieval judge was confirmed to the Supreme Court tonight, sealing this country’s fate for years unless the Democrats can find some spine. The energies that have brought us to this point can only be expressed by a sucking of the teeth followed by a pointless scream. “She has such hollow eyes, that judge,” said my elderly neighbor when I dropped off some face masks and a gallon of water. “Nefarious forces are afoot.” Then she told me a complicated joke about a bee, hoping to lighten the mood.

I’d like to see the world through a supernatural lens like my neighbor. Maybe the world would make more sense.

Tonight I received my assignment for Election Day. I need to report to a middle school at five o’clock in the morning to help set up the machines. This means reversing my sleep schedule if I want to be halfway sensible and avoid causing an incident. So I will channel my anger into becoming a morning person this week.

Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement – The Verdict Handed Down By A Kangaroo Court

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Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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