What's Real?
This morning I was watching the news. The story was about Dump's reactions to the weekend protests. He was golfing. Biggest protest in American history, and that orange turd was on his golf course. Anyway, he was clueless and said some unhinged things. Then the journalist started quoting other government officials. Those quotes got slowly more ridiculous, until I felt like I was watching a parody. Then I started questioning how reliable this journalist was, until I remembered I had already seen something similar from a different journalist.
Back in 2016/17, I got where I couldn't watch the news because it was too bizarre. I would wonder what the actual fuck I had just seen. I think people stopped making parodies because they didn't have to make things up anymore.
For a long time, I was just on survival mode. I couldn't comprehend how evil people are. I don't know how to explain to relatives and associates that it really is important to be a good person. I used to think all it takes for evil to flourish is for good people to do nothing, but now I think some people delight in harboring ill intent. I used to think wanting to help others was an inherent human trait. It's not. There is a sickness in some people. Sadly, too many are infected.
There's a bit of a gap in my life from Dump's first term. I didn't do much. I didn't make things or build anything, or set goals. I just tried to get through each day. The whole thing is a blur.
I didn't think it would happen again. Surely, everyone else was equally miserable during that time and had no desire to repeat it. I didn't think he was going to get re-elected. I thought everyone learned the lesson.
This year has been much of the same. One horrible day at a time. I disassociate a lot. Trying to do anything enjoyable seems to be a struggle. Most of my magic is protective. (I will discuss my decision to stop using the work magick in another post. I may switch over to majic. I don't know yet. Maybe I will start using the words Witchcraft or simply use the word spells. There's a lot to unpack and I haven't decided how I feel yet.) I do not feel secure. Everything is so ugly. Life is uncertain and I cannot predict what will happen.
Blessed be, my sweet dears. Stay safe and sane and don't let the fascists win.
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