I am a communist. What does that mean. I don’t really know. I am attracted to the idea that Capitalism has no heart in its cold and bitter soul, and having studied civil societies for a long time, I would argue that we are still living with political paradigms that straightforwardly embrace a slavery of the worker with whatever sweat can be sucked out by the kleptocracy of organized crime. There is no safety net. The rich want more. More. More. And we pay for it. It all begins then and there. It’s easy to gut Democracy. What more do they want. Everything. They want everything. The appetite is surreal. This time, they want to kill us if we dare to walk out onto a sidewalk, a car comes by with goons. Always goons. Always deviants. Always. Execution Folks just doing their job. Death always stalks Americans who deny in their day to day existence that death itself is real. We know loss is real. What comes next. Argument. How dare I call the conservative fetish for everything from genocide to rhetoric as their religious due. Religion is another whip they love flogging you with. I am begging to do a deep dive into what life was like for hunter gatherers. Pagans.  Most of them were three feet tall. I want to know how they survived. Because I think that is going to be the place where we will find ourselves. I love how Ezra pulls Ross in with one word: religion. But Ross points out that Jesus was a radical. There was no Jesus. There is no god. The rest is self-inflicted madness.