The world is on fire. The foxes have taken over and are gutting the hen house and the hens, the sheep and the farmer seem to only stand there, watching it all happen. Angry, sure. But like hopes and prayers, that means fuck all.

I think that I want to leave. I don’t know where to go. I don’t know what to do. I know that is what they want. I don’t care anymore. Let them have it. Burn it all down, if you want. Just leave me alone. I don’t want to be associated with this. I want to be somewhere where we don’t elect outright thugs, shysters and frauds into the most powerful positions of power. I want to be somewhere where people don’t want to rule over me with authority, where I can live a relatively uneventful life, culminating in an uneventful death, hopefully surrounded by family and friends. I will not enter any textbooks, not even as a footnote or an aside. I don’t want any of that. I want the psychopaths and grifters of this world to shut the fuck up and leave me alone.

All I see is the world descending into darkness, and realizing that for far too long, many of the world’s processes had a single point of failure. And we’re failing.