I am a communist. I live in Appalachia. Christianity is a mistake. A power play that exploited workers with punishment. Punishment for what you did not believe in. I believe in the power of Shut Up. Become a rock. Throw yourselves at them. Religious bigots still believe power is their right. They roll around on the church floor. I am taking photographs of CoVid Appalachia (not a commercial and hardly unique). It’s grunt work and walking work and workaholic mania with a camera strapped to my forehead with duck tape. People understand this care means maybe them. Wide eyes. Some want to talk about how they were abused and hurt by medical procedures that are, in fact, patriarchal injunctions informing us that everything they do is for our own good. We better believe them or it’s the bad place. A bottom line drawn in sand. Like listen to cultural witch doctors with gourds, dried seeds and Stand-On Your head when we are told we are going to die means you are allowed to wallow in it. Drain the blood of Christ since we are made from his image. Homo sapiens had walked the planet 100,000 years before Christ walked on water. Even then, religion ran the government. Run, Tim, run. Run, Jane, run. I talk to people. I have autism. Have always found that looking at people in the eye is a deathlike DoomTomb no one ever rose from. I have seen hundreds of AIDS deaths. CoVid deaths. And death from hunger. Addiction in the hollows. The normals in Appalachia handle and intimidate snakes like me.