Expect two more 'political' esseys soon, one on Glenn Greenwald and related, and one on the rise of fascism in America. I am just too fatigued tonight to complete and post them. So many more up my proverbial sleeve.
My journal has seen an increase in readership due to these cutting-edge, non-nonsense, devil-may-care, to-the-bone, extra special posts, relevant to the i.m.p.e.n.d.i.n.g. election. I know a 343 LJ ranking isn't amazing, but I think it is the highest I've ever gone - and I am not trying or caring. If I wanted to write for popularity, I could do better, but lose my soul and eventually mind. I write to be fun, thoughtful and real. Normally, a lot of people don't care to stop and smell my prose buds. But, these are heavy times. It is encouraging to see people actually read - I mean encouraging that some people care or think. Willing to keep an open mind. I see this whole country being turned inside out and it is terrible. I can't see not writing about it.
So, to you strangers that keep tuning in, while you wait for the next earth-shattering expose, (and I mean, like, shattering a dry ball of dirt), you might find more relevant posts by following my
TAGS, which are now beyond 7,000 in number. (Soon, I will have to develop a tag system for my tag system). The problems and issues that are swirling around us, like heavy wet clothes in a hot and humid drier, have been mustering and oscillating for decades. Some issues are as deep as our own ancient past as humans - as animals even - even. So, my tags can help you explore some of that depth, if not density or depravity, and follow wherever new connexions may lead you. I really think that, in this age of 2-d screens, and talking head sound bites, and push-button attention spans, there is a need for everyone to develop bigger pictures inside their own heads, if only to keep them from reacting so mechanically or emotionally. I have an illness that predisposes me to hyper-reacting and stressing out, so I know how important this is, to keep a cool head when all else around you are losing theirs. Yes, that was Rudyard Fucking Kipling who said that.