Evil Is A Relay Sport When the One Who's Burned Turns to Pass the Torch
The week
has moved on its course
with the
world holding its breath
waiting
for news on the
Christa
Pike execution.
Trump’s bagboy
Kavanaugh
that
insufferable bitch
overruled
the lower court’s ruling to
hold off
with the killing, and
the number
of
screw-ups
regarding
it have been
nothing
short of
spectacular.
Should Ms.
Pike
awake ever
again
is her
time not
done now
in full?
How much more can the
nation want?
A once
pedestal nation now run by
a band of
rapists and homicidal
maniacs
carrying out personal
vendettas
and creating more
misery and
sorrow and
Pike’s
victim’s mother’s
31-year
hatred, needing to
see the
wrath of god in motion
how sick how
vengeful and
godless
in and of itself
is that?
A sick
country of old men
producing
hatred and war
and
destroying the globe while at it
a
disgusting group of self-serving
lynchmen
and bigots and murderous,
blood-thirsty,
cosmetically altered
people in
power seats seeking whatever
solution
that will bring them the most
money and
awaken fear in others.
A land of
ill-wishing monsters and
marionet
shadows doing whatever
they
are
told
to
do.
Serial
killers.
Sadists.
Rednecks.
Elon Musk.
Today, I feel it
would only serve them right if they ended up in another one of those gridlocks
they tend to get into, one party against another, and for the whole world to
turn their backs on the abomination, or, “the land of the free.”
To see one
man
single-handedly
destroy a
nation
is one
thing.
To see his
retarded
worldview
defended and
strengthened
by the likes of
Brett
Kavanaugh,
whose time
to pay for the
Trump-administered
election into
the Supreme
Court had obviously
come, is
quite
another.
Fuck forgiveness.
Fuck mercy.
Fuck grace.
Fuck everything else but
money, power, and glory.
Glory that
is
smeared in
bile
and
pentobarbital.
The title for this
piece by the incomparable Fiona Apple, from the song Relay, found on her 2020
masterpiece album, Fetch the Bolt Cutters. I love you, thank you.
