The DT's

 I’ve watched and listened to segments of Donald Trump speaking to crowds. His entrances are ego on parade. When he speaks, he never stays focused on his audience. He looks upward and away from the audience. He is speaking to himself. He is not particularly articulate, and he uses and reuses his playbook of hate-inducing phrases. His time on TV and his sleazy business dealings have made him very skilled at the role of victim, martyr, crowd manipulator and media influencer. His character is built on lies, half-truths, deceits and greed. He is always coming down the escalator.

The fact that he continues to have such a large following is a sign of the decay in democrcy in America.

Dementia

 You stole intimacy.

You stole memory.
You stole intelligence.
You stole the ability to see a big picture.
You stole skilled language.
You stole rational thinking.
You stole joy.
You stole self-reliance.
You stole friendships.
You stole the pleasure of family.
You stole the chance to be a full part of the world.
You stole my wife.
God damn you, dementia.

Choir

 Here’s a suggestion.

All moderate-sized groups—charitable, governmental, educational, administrative or otherwise—should form a mandatory choir. This would require working together to produce something of beauty, taking direction and appreciating the talents of others.
How could this be a bad thing?

Essential workers

 I think of artists as essential workers. If not for them, the world would be visually dull and uninspiring. If not for them, beauty and truth would be greatly diminished. If not for them, culture would be pedestrian. If not for them, we would too easily stay in our boxes. If not for them, we would be at a loss for the risk-takers who call us to be more human.

Yes, artists are essential workers.

DJT

 The key thing to recognize about Donald Trump is that he is a smart man with absolutely no moral compass. That is the real danger. He can steal, lie, cheat and even break his oath to defend the Constitution with no remorse. He is masterful in both the role of manipulator and the role of victim. His ego leads him to listen only to his own voice, to surround himself with yes men.

History is already clear on the damage he has done to this country and its democratic processes. It defies reason that he still has any followers.

Practicing

 

Dear Ron

 Dear Ron De Santis,

I am writing you from the well-documented and researched past. I was a white-fearing slave, bought and exploited by a white God-fearing Christian. His wealth came off my back, my labor. I was not free to choose my own work. I did the work he forced me to do. I did what he needed done or I suffered mightily for it. He did not prepare me for the end of slavery. I did not think that would ever come, and he hoped it would never come. I made my life as I could, out of my own resourcefulness.
So Ron, get your head out of your ass. Look honestly at the world as it was and is and come to your senses.
Signed,
A slave no more