Social Justice

I Love You or I Wouldn’t Tell You

One Native American’s Painful Truth About Your Silence

Photo by T L on Unsplash

I’m thinking of the Zen Ensos I painted this morning. Zen Ensos are those black painted circles drawn in a single stroke.

This just in, someone is unmuted, inundating themselves with Orange Carrot flavored lies. Oh, now that’s not nice. Neither is a boot to the head, but as cops smash in Blacks’ skulls the so-called good people keep voting for the power regime.

You can’t gather water that God deemed fit to fall from the sky, that would stop companies from diverting it and bottling it for sale. I once thought to buy stock in Nestle in lieu of the impending water shortages but couldn’t stomach being culpable with the monsters.

When I grabbed the bullhorn and screamed “Let’s take the Fed,” in front the news recorders it never occurred to me that I’d later want to summon my record through the freedom of information act to see just what Uncle Sam has on me. No matter. I’m fat and slow and can’t run worth a shit but I can hit send faster than you can say what the fuck.

What the fuck I am so angry about is that when I was in high school the scientists said the Earth would not sustain us beyond 2028 at the current rate of consumption, the coral reef…