There is a lot going on right now. The evil dictator is a brilliant con artist. Enough people buy the lies to keep the dumpster fire burning. Which if it wasn't just a metaphor would almost be welcome for how cold it's been outside. I want to say what's on my mind just in case it might help someone, but it gets difficult to find the words and the motivation in between production quotas and news headlines that see me weep for my fellow man's loss of humanity. I hate using peoples empathy against them, but I would gladly show my tears to the world if it could spare a life or two (though the worst offenders probably don't have a shred of empathy to begin with).  But when I can put the words together and I like the way they look and sound, here is where I will put them from here on.