I don’t like the Donald. I don’t like the Whoopi. I don’t like that Karen Finney from the other video on the same subject that I’m not linking because you’re not clicking anyway.

Whoopis Brain COMPLETELY Break While Justifying Pardoning Hunter!

But mostly I just hate the brain-rotted group-think that tries to justify anything and everything, so long as that justification is in the name of protecting or enriching someone who is a member of the same cult.

Sometimes, as in this example, the rot is obvious, big, and dramatic.

Much more often, it’s far more subtle–to the point where the cultists can even think that it has nothing to do with politics or culture or even the big picture regarding anything.

Twenty-six percent of Americans will look you in the eye and tell you in all apparent sincerity that the economy is doing just great.

From the point of view of their cult and their class, maybe it really seems so.

If they are not among the ten percent of Americans who own 88% of all the stocks, then they’re close enough to still have a reasonable hope of someday getting there.

For the other 80-90% of us (and for 95% of the eight billion humans on the planet), this way of life and this System generally and overwhelmingly fucking suck.

It’s been months running into years now that I’ve been at making essentially just that one point, and trying to get “you” to see it.

But outside of a fan or two, and for all practical purposes, I know now that there really is no you.

I’m trying to decide in these solstice days how I feel about that, and in what ways how I feel will or should change what I do in this practice of self-anointed Art.

Rolling toward the deepest darkness, and into the brave new year.