Today I did what I vowed I never would do again. I turned to cheap labor for to rob Peter and pay Paul. I am getting a PhD, who isn’t hungry these days. I even pondered becoming a Trump stormtrooper like JD Vance, thought maybe join MAGA with the cult that looks like me in a mirror.
I could become a silent southerner, sign off on all the abuse, or join the Nerd Reich and who knows maybe Trump would show me his ballroom too. We know it’s there, all clean and fresh, paid for with the fibers of global security, liberty for all, and freedom from fear.
I will gladly die in the cold of GOP governance long before I starve than spend the rest of time over the fire because I sold out the hungry child, widow, and leaper so the President with so much can have so much more.
Many people say TEH, is your faith about love or vengeance. It’s about love, and it the same everyone — I have no illusions. The real question is where is that love directs you. I for one love poor people because of my faith, and I scold the morally bankrupt for the same reason. If my conscience in the storm keel hauls me, therefore I go.