There is a word that Americans refuse to confront. Sadism. Sadism has won and Americans cannot even articulate what it is. Americans do not read. Americans are more into building detention camps. I turn to art. It’s all I have. I am writing a play called Somalia. I hide the manuscript. Congress goes straight to muscle. Congress is a  bobbing neck dog in the the car’s rear window. Dems clutching pearls. I know this is bad (and psycho active) but I am not able to imbue a certain person with any humanity whatsoever. It’s an it. Organized crime is looking for the weak spots. Congress cranks up an organized Gestapo. Who will do anything they are told to do. They spit on morality. To keep their jobs. Ruthless. Dragging you from your home, school, court houses, parking lots, playgrounds, churches.

I have worked with wolves. A pack of wolves has less hatred in their hearts. We just kill 4-year-olds who have cancer.  Because we are the good guys. ICE will run the country. When there is no need of congress, why are they there. I want to hope. Isn’t that the point. We are not allowed to hope. Hope is an obscenity to MAGA. Wolves are not a species that courts hope. That would be us. The straw, the camel, and the wolf. The wolves will win.  We are the internecine  generation of infantile paralysis. Not unlike Somalia. Somali is an Afroasia language. Depends on the parachutes. Americans are the ones who have failed and your capitol smells like grief. You have become the sadism you seek. – tim barrus