When political events are driven by calculated fictions, a novel concoction may be the only honest way out of that fabricated cul-de-sac.
I’ve been going round and round about the why bother with participating in any form of social media, circa the pre/post shit-posting politics of the Trump era, for damn near a decade.
And it ain’t worth it. But I can’t be sure. And quitting just feels cowardly. And add the rapidly approaching existential question of my allotted time to thrive, why do I have to contend with the jive ass lunacy of the wife of a seated Supreme Court Justice sharing her prayers, with the Chief-Of-Staff of the President of the United States, that QAnon is indeed the true prophet.
Lord… just take me now.