Trump and Musk Can Never Kill as Many Unsuspecting Victims as Mao or Stalin...

    Or can they?

    Removning medicine and aid from many hapless souls in Africa, primarily, led to many deaths. Hard to count how many. Stalin and Mao were much worse.

    But the Donald and The Elon are working on it.

    Perhaps they learned their lessons in cruel ways of sentencing innocents to death, suffering, privation, and ignominious demises?

    Do I make this up? Fairy tales? False news. Fake, phony, Holden Caulefield?

    Most Americans are racist, I have decided. Why? Because we are ignorant of most the world's outsiders, and we are woefully ignorant or negligent when they suffer and die. Palestinians, Africans of all the countries. Most Latinos. We buy the illegal drugs while the southern masses suffer.

    Or here locally, mostly people of color. Those that suffer and die from the illicit products and poisons of our time.

    Oh, the men and women who make us suffer!

    Dictators and elected officials, either way.

    What George Orwell and Aldous Huxley say? Or Clarke and Asimov?

    Or any person with a logically thinking brain.

    If you are anti-humanity, you are racist. You hate and hurt our human race.

 Solitude

    Some people crave it.

    I suppose I do.

    I need it.

    However: sometimes it gets to be a lot.

    So, we look for attention in different ways.

    Or, we look for some kind of solace. 

    Within or without solitude.

    Being alone can be completely different than being alone.

    Free solo, or trapped.

    

    Where are you?

 I Got Secrets

        I just turned old. I am trying to keep it a secret to some. (And I think that I have succeeded). When I was maybe 51, 52, I would get spam calls on my landline, them asking me my age. I would say a few years ahead, testing the waters, sort of.

    

    The spam and scam calls, I would not tell them the truth. I was telling types of lies. Or, keeping some secrets. We do not want to tell and share all our personal things and secrets that we keep.

    Not exactly right or good to do...

    But we collect more and more over time.

    

    

 The Loneliness

 Over all the times it’s me more alone than not

Rather than surrounded by others

Or clinging to a lover’s embrace

I ran today, I mean yesterday

We went up then down the road

Me alone, enough, quite a bit

At first the worst, then decreases, decreased

I collected Conan

The super version of me, us, humanity

The lone wanderers

Like the finny Groo

From my comics

And my past

So often times lonely

So I recount

It through tales

To reconnect with others

And stave off the alone time

No longer isolated

But loved and almost beloved

Thinking of those by themselves outside in the cold.

Not my words

 This world is the garden of life...The true paradise, but we have been blinded and complacent and complicit in the wholesale rape and slaughter of its wondrous bounty.. Steadily turning paradise into a place more suited for the adversary than for all the wondrous diversity of life we once had...No other creature we know of commits these collective acts of self defilement and self annihilation. And as a direct result, all life in the garden of healing bounty... either suffers greatly and/or perishes...

 Homeless Among Us

 Because of Church affiliations I have known some homeless folks.

Elmer, no: Wilmer. 

Tim.

Robert.

Over the years, we learn about them and try to help them.

How much can we do?

I have tried to help.

2004,

2020?

2026.

What can we do?

We give away some food and physical aid.

Some see the Church of Jesus Christ, or most faiths, as too soft and ineffective to really help and inprove their lots.

Discuss. 

Pity, and Wallow, and Shame

 Lâstima, y tristeza, y vergüenza

I was thinking of these things

Feeling these things

Remembering

Reflecting

Talking, or texting with my friend who is in far worse shape

I communicate with him

Drawing away from my own islands of sorrow

Smaller in comparison

Count up the good