When I spectate in horror, arms akimbo, on the rise of Trump and Vance, gerrymanders, and so many corrupt judges. Yes it’s easy to lose hope. Sure, dead hillbillies are tragic, but sycophants who use that trauma to line their pockets is so much worse.
These days, I do fear my departed grandfather like POTUS Biden is going to sink our beautiful nation in an ignoble tar sands of another Trump inflicted Charlie Foxtrot. Still, I accept Biden’s mortal flaws and recognize his accomplishments. I’ll vote for him even though I will always suspect he failed to pass the flame of liberty early enough to avoid its extinction.
I’ll vote for Biden, even though my gerrymandered state has already mucked the Popular vote, because it is clear to me despite Biden’s mistakes he has always been far less inclined to sell out the vulnerable and he definitely isn’t about green lighting the Earth kill team. I’ll vote blue because I will never consent to be governed by rapists and bought dystopians hoisted by dissatisfied mobs set on the entertainment of ruining the Democratic Republic they inherited.
After I discard my vote on Biden and Harris, my remaining Earth Time will be in mental orbit around a burning Planet, collecting reliable and accurate information about how Project 2025 put out Lady Liberty’s light and further fueled the anthropogenic Climate Change Emergency at the last moment we had to reverse it. I will cry and surveil as I have my entire career incident waves of Pandemics/AMR, fires, and floods rushing the breech.
Perhaps a satellite is as useless as a sycophant in the moment of crisis. Still what else can one citizen honorably offer his country when the majority is determined to throw match to defy truth and churn the Earth to burn?
~TEH