The Walking Dead

 Barack Obama sheepishly confided that Mitch McConnell was the only Washingtonian he knew with a complete lack of moral conscience.  As he stumbles toward his resignation from the Senate, the piranhas will be swarming to manipulate his vote and significant life long influence at the U.S. Capital.  I watched Ronald Reagan develop senility or dementia while President, and Nancy often began to prod him on what to say to the press.  It isn't sentimental.  It is significant, because with so many critical issues at play America needs a sane and thinking representative.  The end is near for America's foray into its Theater of the Absurd.  As people continue to die from disease, pestilence, poverty, and extreme weather events the time for integrity is now.  We cannot risk more narcissistic charades, because we are gambling with the Earth.  We could continue to believe that video games are reality, and extreme heat magically will disappear, but enough with the fantasy.  The Night of the Living Dead is now, until you put down the phone.  I read two absurd thoughts on FB recently.  One purported that no human could "feel" another human's emotions. The second was it was not possible for us to return to a simpler life without technological amenities.  Both are ignorantly off base.  Anyone that could believe their feelings somehow are a vessel unto themselves is a Trump-following narcissist.  Such a view is an antithesis of human existence, and it is the perfect metaphor for the LGBT community.  "We are so special."  Twenty centuries since the birth of Christ, two thousand years, and only LGBT people have lived what they are living.  It is called sheltered, naive, and ignorant.  I yearn for the day when the smart phone melts into a smoldering pile of junk.  It is time to focus on more relevant things.  Plant a garden.  Cook a meal.  Write a song.  Build a bird house.  That infernal phone could be the unraveling of the entire human race.  I got rid of cable TV, and it makes me WORK to achieve equilibrium.  Spiritually I am not happy, but that is because I am reflecting the spiritually around me.  There is little.  A smartphone cannot and will not shore up your soul.  Soul building like revolution is in the muscles.  When your environment pitches you shit, your job is to deflect it.  It is counter intuitive.  We want to feel like a part of our community.  We want to fit in.  We want to be liked, but the reality is there is nothing there.  We are on our own.