hyenas and lunatics

Again a little more warm and muggy than comfortable for starting outside on 7H porch. Summer predawn Life is Good though, and a favorite is to wake to a churning panorama of lightning and thunder in clouds over the Gulf.

No fireworks, just hot and close this Tuesday morning. After the cup of black and bite of dark, the stairwell exercise.

News shared with me by the person reading PCNH from the opposing chair: three different white supremacist groups seeking to speak at venues in Florida, Texas, and Virginia. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, America a nation of racist, sociological, and religious bigots, once largely closeted but under our emerging dark and menacing political climate where evil is good, people are picking up symbols, flags, now statues, outing themselves, showing their colors. Who can say why they're not content to bottom-feed on angry white trash, but now targeting white college students for conversion and confirmation, der frei Junge. Having been such, escaped from home, tasting freedom and license, pushing and longing to rebel against something, anything, everything, especially political or religious, I remember that age as singularly, confusingly vulnerable.

In the beginning the earth was without form, and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep, and God hovered. Now, madmen empowered to press buttons, unlock insane asylums, open cages at the zoo, and this will not end well. 

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