I watched the debate from a cheap motel bed.

Politics is like that, too. A cheap whore motel bed where you’ve just been fucked. The slugfest got real when at the final moment, and the debate was over, everyone went back to their corners. Trump’s makeup is so bizarre, it it keeps asking the question: who would vote for this. I am no longer focused on presidential candidates. Now, the Senate. I would vote for my cow dog before I could vote for Trump. For me, first it was kids in cages. To equate such children with rapists ready to attack us in the night, was jarring in its stupidity. It was evident that Trump is a criminal.

That is when the question became what is wrong with us. We elected it. There is still something dark, brooding, and rotten to the core about America and Americans. No one wants to loook at that. No one takes responsibility.

We are the fundamental problem. Not candidates. There will always be candidates.

It’s on us. Trump is taking the election to the Supreme Court. They are the ones who should have been on that stage. The Supreme Court is not legitimate. It is a mouthpiece and Americans know it. It is always rule by brute force. It is what all government reaches for. Our species uses brute force as a collective answer to everything.

How is it that so many people can be so grifted. Covid should have changed that. Nothing can. People fear a civil war. Why? We are living in one. People talk about hate. Trump is not a king. Hate is. We hate those children who have lost their parents. We hate the people who have died from covid. We hate racial minorities. We hate ourselves.