At what moment when the bullet hits the nervous system, and the brain tells the body to be afraid, and how slow is that pain, even as it travels at the speed of light, as your body recoils from the intrusion of possible death? Is the white light that some speak of like a flashbulb, a quick peek at the cloudless sky permitting only the orb of the sun to shine, walking from the deep dark of a closed room to luminous lights everywhere? How tightly knotted, is the one connecting your gut to your heart, to your brain, as you watch a child taken from you, call out your name in sounds one could only interpret as guttural, alien, almost like a chainsaw placing its steel teeth on the tongue, watching them die. And how slow is the motion around you, when first word is provided that the ones you loved, the ones a part of every fiber and atom of your life have been murdered, is it so slow, you see time and space mingle and implode, is it so slow, you can feel every red and white blood cell stop moving in your veins, is it so slow, even your brain cannot comprehend the lack of speed, and fails you, permitting you to free-fall into a state of oblivion?
Where do you place your soul when someone else demands your body belongs to them? Do you comprehend the invasion or invent a reality in which nothing, no matter how painful, intimidating, intrusive permits you to float outside of the moment? And when a sense of consciousness returns cascades and crashes defying the gravity to have let it fly, do you splatter to the ground in pieces, so many, and so broken, that even trying to collect yourself is impossible, and your inner self morphs into only jarred edges and charred remains. And when you find the darkest of caves, the furthest of tunnels, the most claustrophobic of closets to lock your secrets away, that virus-like the truths about yourself which you are certain will, act like acid and splatter your life, from the lives of those you love, or worse will wash away the façade of faux love, are you content, or is compromise your only best friend. Because to be found out that you are not the expectations of those from whom you want to be loved, will, in turn, burn you to the bone. Is it their requirements that make you whole, or do you dare even inquire, if the nature of being, is the true standard?
It seems that the Republican Oligarchs in Congress and their Lobbyist Puppetmasters of the Evangelical and Russian persuasion always know the answers to the questions I posed in the two paragraphs, above this! But I call Bull Shit, and I also call OUT those who somehow still remain SILENT! I am at a crossroads, living this life! There are no longer laws that apply to all of us equally. There is hypocrisy, replacing fields of gold with empty lots loaded with weeds. Compromise has died, and I believe whichever God one believes in, the death of conscience and compassion has found its bloody fingers and smothered that God, leaving HE, SHE, IT dead and replaced by the maggots who survive on the guts and gore. Greed is abundant, selfishness is abhorrent, and hate is a proud coat of arms, worn by spineless creatures too afraid to look in the mirror, but always capable of defining exactly what you look like. What comes next, better yet whatever comes next, can we as a collective deter the decay, fight the foe, or just wonder why? Why have “We the People,” not demanded a revolution? The Dems play as if the rules are the same for the GOP. The GOP break the rules and we as Dems look the other way. Fuck the subpoenas, we know there are copies of everything we need, why not just take it, read it and expose the real enemies of the state? HUH?!
