Just Think About It

If an individual wanted to destroy a democracy, what would he do?

Maybe you can come up with your own list. Feel free to add to mine:    

Strengthen our enemies?

Weaken our allies?

Refuse to protect our elections?

Use his influence to pad his pockets?

Weaken public school education?

Lie?

Cheat?

Destroy checks and balances?

Restrict workers’ pay?

Blatantly appoint termites to the system?

Lionize despots?

Strip power from our democratic institutions?

Actively harm the weak, the poor, non-whites, all minorities except the one percent?

Immolate trust in democracy?

Castrate the power of the people?

Sacrifice survival of the planet for short term gratification?

Put babies and children in concentration camps?

Replace love with lust?

Withdraw from the U.N. Human Rights Council in a pique?

Poison the milk of human kindness?

That’s what a traitor would do

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The thing that scares me the most is how many people LOVE this guy.

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About Nan Mykel

I used to think I would be a child prodigy, but then I got old. Formerly I had fantasies of rubbing elbows with cultural and academic leaders but that did not come to pass because I did not become a cultural or academic leader or any other kind of leader, for that matter. I am not even an "Alpha Dog," a term learned from a friend who had to become "Alpha Dog" in order to influence her own pet. (When gazes lock, she never looks away.) For years I expected to become a published author, but in passing I could not avoid the fact that I had little to contribute to the world's bulging dumpsters. I'm embarrassed to report that I also considered my primary process artistic productions powerful, rather than mildly neurotic. Which is not to say that I disrespect myself, only that I am beginning to doubt my potential for making a mark on the world. If I focus on strict self discipline I may be able to keep my garbage removed on a weekly basis, to keep the kitty box changed, the clothes cleaned, the dog watered, fed and walked, but that just catches me up to the starting mark again. When writing I physically grapple with words, wrestling them from their indifference into attempted chunks of awareness. I sit heavily on my chair; I breathe in artificially cooled air; my ear drums note the tap tap of the keyboard and the steady uninterrupted sound of the air conditioner, What is that sound? The roar of the ocean from 30 yards away...Inside, my thoughts are are balls in an electronic game machine, bouncing hither and yon from lever to lever. I am a little grim and intent until I recall a dream related by a black man in the prison where I once worked. He said that when he was a small boy, back home, he dreamed he was standing on his front porch pissing, and that he suddenly found himself pissing stars...
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10 Responses to Just Think About It

  1. The thing that scares me the most is how many people LOVE this guy.

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  2. grumpygorman says:

    Reblogged this on hands in the garden and commented:
    I have the hugest crush on this wonderful woman’s brain.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Lovely post Nan. Listen, you’ll notice weird ‘likes’ on your comments or other people’s comments and even your spam folder inundated with weird comments. Their web addresses all end in a XYZ. Just ignore these, WordPress is working on it.

    Like

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