The New Common Sense

Waxing gibbous up there almost egg shaped, looks like it’s giving birth to itself.

The Doomsday Clock now says eighty five seconds to midnight.

It’s cold and my numb finger jabs at my phone, poking at the alphabet, trying to form meaning. Fight fascism with mere words, write the Facebook post that will change everything. Two hundred fifty years ago Thomas Paine published a pamphlet that brought down an empire. Something to aspire to.

In Minneapolis the Resistance is showing force in subzero cold. I wish I  was home, in my steam heated cave, but I feel I should be doing something.

The term inflection point is used a lot these days. Turning point, tipping point, points of no return. How many points of light will it take to reach critical mass?

It is easy to imagine ten million of us filling the streets of Washington DC and forcing the government to represent the people instead of oligarchs, creating democracy in America, changing the regime.

Knock on the White House door. We are here to make a citizen’s arrest. We are here to enforce the Constitution.

We demand that the government obey the law.

I am a brain worm and I will get inside Trump’s head because it’s the only way to get him out of mine. I don’t want to eat his miserable brain. I imagine his mind tastes like a clump of rotten Big Macs left on the front seat of a car for week. 

We will feed him the New Common Sense. You call it a Derangement Syndrome, fine, call me The Lone Deranger. Cue up the William Tell Overture, isn’t it Romantic? 

I don’t wear a mask like Trump’s ICE thugs and I am unarmed. My only weapon is my numb index finger jabbing at the screen like a maniac.

This post has to change everything.