Resistance Persistence

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I often get discouraged about how far and how fast my country has fallen since cult daddy trump, with the assistance of his authoritarian idol Putin, stole the election just a short few years ago, especially knowing that almost half of my country supports him so fervently and blindly in his relentless drive toward our seemingly inevitable destruction.

Just writing that depresses me because I know that no matter how much I rant and rave in my futile resistance here and elsewhere I will have absolutely no effect on altering the course of this national train wreck weโ€™re on.

So then, why persist to resist in futility?

Because Iโ€™ve taken to heart the words of A. J. Muste in response to a reporter who asked him, “Do you really think you are going to change the policies of this country by standing out here [protesting the Vietnam War] alone at night in front of the White House with a candle?”

To which Muste replied:

Oh I don’t do this to change the country. I do this so the country won’t change me.

#alonetogetherinresistance

It’s Deja Vu All Over Again: TREE OF SMOKE by Denis Johnson, a Review (of sorts)

As I sit and watch the surreal press conference between Trump and Putin after their so-called historic summit, where, after recently treating our allies like dog shit, Trump behaves like a sycophantic lapdog to a murderous dictator who wants nothing more than to destroy and subjugate the U.S. of America in retribution for how the U.S. of America destroyed and subjugated his beloved U.S.S.R., I am reminded of how I felt, or better yet, how my fuzzy, nightmarish memories leave me feeling from the surreal and tumultuous times in the U.S. of America during the late-Sixties through the mid-Seventies, you know, the era of national madness beginning with the Tet Offensive through the Watergate break-ins and subsequent hearings to Nixon’s humiliating yet palliative resignation and ending with America’s humiliating yet palliative retreat from South Vietnam.

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