The BiPartisan Bruise

It's true, dear readers, when wading through the headlines sometimes my mouth will hang open 5 or 7 beats while I do an accidental impression of a carp suddenly immersed in jello.
I'm getting significantly skilled at it. Atomic eye rolls have reached epic proportion. Seriously, sometimes I cramp up! Oh, and my forehead is permanently marked from the amount of facepalms per the pattern effulgent in the course of my normal daily social media updates.

I can see the roots of these all important ideologies spider-webbing from all directions at the outset. But the ever-present hostilities very nearly always bared like wet fangs in a hungry mouth can't help but run their rut. The rhetoric rubble renders colors mix, blurs into itself and the space between countless red and blue waves where I try to formulate unspoiled thought is become nothing but a bruise.

See, politics is mad RIFE with razor studded spin doctors wielding soul-crushing Shame Scepters. Cracking skulls, knuckles or whatever they can reach every thirty second news cycle, needed or not.

There doesn't appear to be any intention of slowing tenacity or shortening of range for that matter. In fact, the momentum seems to be doing its damnedest to run the lemmings right off the cliff into supporting laws that will exchange Freedoms for the questionable assurance of acceptance into the Land of the Virtuous. Most to serve only as additional handholds to control the direction and related dollars of the population at the end of the day. The rest as pathetic camouflage for parasitic legislation that serves to line SOMEONES pockets...

Both sides think they reserve authorship of Righteous Indignation. Refusing to acknowledge which of their missteps, if any, have fostered the lunatic dance-moves to which we all now trip the light fantastic. Still unwilling to acknowledge the value of any other view but their own... saturated till toxic levels of mockery and self-importance determine actual value. In fact, the entire spectrum of politics is drunk on its opinions. Smitten to distraction by their own robust identities. A sad reflection I propose.

Our anthro-evolution is a grossly traumatic and painful process.

I wish everyone would just chill a minute. Breathe in and out. Have a drink of water, some B12 or Vt D, some fiber, or an orgasm for the love of all that's holy. Take a break from the hate, have a good cry, a hot bath and a bowl.

I dunno man. It feels like the sacred is being sucked from the world
and it disheartens me. Still, I must keep banging on the walls of my Nineveh.
And yes, being in the belly of the big fish makes you weird.
I just know there's gotta be a better way than this.

I want to believe we are capable of refusing this heritage of grief and vengeance for wounds and transgressions, however heinous, that we cannot unmake. Embracing each-other as equal beings of one human race. Each cultures ritual(s) respected as essential for any who choose to preserve them so long as they do not stray into the realm of forcing those structures onto other people.

The way forward is through.
And no, the way is not clear.
We'll have to clean as we go.
Good thing I still have my bucket.

~e 2019