Is  no one talking about the real generational rot?. The festering resentment from those who never actually believed in progress, who never wanted equality, who were only ever playing along because the world forced them to. Civil rights? Integration? Multiculturalism? They tolerated it like a tumor they couldn't cut out and now, through Trump, they think they finally found the scalpel.

The Karens and MAGA grandmas, bedazzled bibles in one hand, Facebook conspiracy **** in the other, throwing their retirement funds at a lying, cheating, racist conman because deep down, he’s the first one to say out loud what they've been simmering with for decades: “You were right to hate them. You were right to be afraid. And now it’s okay to come out of the closet—your hate is holy now.”

This isn’t political. It’s a spiritual backlash. A resurrection of bigotry dressed up in patriot drag.

And the kids in cages? 1,583 children never accounted for since his first time in office . Not lost. Gone. The GOP mouth-breathers love to talk about "child trafficking" when it's convenient for them, but where  were they when ICE was running literal concentration camps with no birth certificates, no accountability, and no way to reunite families?

They weaponized Christianity, turned empathy into a sin, and empathy for brown kids into treason. “Law and order” became a euphemism for state-sponsored kidnapping.

They expected docile, smiling minorities. But that ain’t what they got. They got the anger. The rebellion. The consequence. And instead of asking why the anger existed, they doubled down on their fear, built bunkers in their hearts, and voted for anyone who promised to bring back 1952.

All the while, the system that enabled this **** corporate media, billion-dollar churches, bought politicians, blind cops keeps grinding us down, numbing us with fake scandals, echo chambers, and distractions. They’ve turned the entire country into a rage feedback loop.

The sermon they’ve been itching to hear since Brown v. Board. Since Loving v. Virginia. Since Stonewall. Since Barack Hussein Obama walked into the White House and didn’t apologize for it.
The Koch brothers funneled  the collection plate  to crush him and filibuster into inconsequence.
So do you ever ask yourself what echo chamber you belong to?

What feedback loops are you stuck in?

Google only shows you what you want to see. Every single Google search is customized specifically for  each person.
Chances are you don't even know how to find the truth, and you're not allowed to.  
Spread that like the gospel.

Be honest with yourself.
Call out the cultists for what they are. It's a cult.
They've justified their hate and they funded it. And now they're more than supporting fascism.
And we all know the worst is yet to come. He's not just gonna walk away from that office.

to buffalo-civilworks
journalism class is slow, sir
the ag emailed back promptly as i am in year 2 of civil rights violations
we had a mass ****** qualification of loss of life in the california homeless population
attempting coordination with new social workers------------------------------------------ equity -------------- helps with (escort) towards home in state of for worst case scenario

the battle for speech needs equity as i understand from brother bernie sanders

we have a 1 church road violation of church freedom overlapping poor women lobby limits in the city confine

further the day to day private business of my own person as an -------------------------------- by way of (111-11-1111) of new york leads me above military measure of letters to you

a kings measure back to the fold and double timed objective.

obstruction of police policy negates duration of appointment and interference is grounded redress
forthwith my address of (###########) is hereby ordered to be reinstated to end breach
in addition to reinstating privacy act of all homeless in transition bodies in space

updating plea

plea is duly noted
in backtracked assembly of address
the private person in transition of expedited emergency
patiently waits for paper to work
the paper detail are the private life of the lost person in a census
don't count and you will be counted
literal or absurd, a sentence at a time
post hostage reclaim victory, suspend teach me notes

non profit businessing itself, looked out while up is a president

you have found
red ink industries
it's what it is
racist
that word is where i
am not with you
whoever you are
your not out there
this world exists also
a world above
and able to come down on you
the reality of freedom
has terms
not conditions

update on communication of opinion with senator warren

constitutional means and measure as provided in description of property

antitrust boredom

petrol
the contemporary lobbying for additional police
in policy writing equates
to the value of ignition of petrol
rather than the clerical error correction
of a homeless person becoming american
that prepaid property of the citizen is in trial
as evidence at the moment
exiting a sealed indictment for all
of those who accepted the transaction
ill gotten gains
from the ill in the streets
knowingly watching americans die
while issuance of wealth was described
in due process
allowance of interpretation of placement
of individual case by case of medical need

present day has concluded process of intelligent quotient ability
of laws to enforce death certificates as an economic
recovery interest in the mortality of exposure sector
of mathematical finite means for speech.

ima language a generation
so there you go
just like you supposed to be
colorful
ready to blush
throwing walls
hiding  all night
inside the hall
we in school
municipal
block parties
celebrations of poetry
campus coverage of the state
that's statement being owned
and organized assembly extending theatre
of life i am a part
not in my hair
but as a ware waitress
pulling a shift
frame and consitution
fun and funding requirement
of building structured sentences
inside the mind of life
as it is, general assembly
diatribes and disturbes
my peaceful literacy level
come back now

the confrontation and
and the way i hurt you?
taking this insult
i know i am insult
*****, forbidden, alive
struggling, strong, soldiering
for the rights
of a starving baby
you can never be hear

At risk of sounding heartless,
I say **** your favorite artist.

You can say you think they've changed,
Or you can say they're still the same,
But if it's clear that they campaign
Against my rights and freedoms,
And you won't disagree with them,

I'm willing to admit,
I do not give a ****.

The bartender says “It’s time to go”
“Because the moon has clamored high
And the sun was banished low.”

They were only speaking to me
I raised my glass, took a swig
belch, “i’m not even empty.”

They grab and toss it in a bin
The crash of glass, the waste of gin
Pollutes the air and that is when

They spoke. It was stern it was cold
“Get out right now! Before I leave
Your chest all gaped. Your chest all holed.”

“I’m a patron,yet you’ve decided
To push me out into the darkness
Lonesome and unguided”

“There are other bars out there,”
“No need to bother us, They said
I bit my tongue so as not to swear.

I made a choice, a simple choice
To sit and stay at the counter.
I cleared my throat and raised my voice:
“Do what you must. Let it occur,
But understand this, we will not be deterred.”

Let the dead carry the weight of you
when the road is long,
the climb too steep

—worn treads, bare threads—

out of time,
in place.

A bereaved mother's touch to guide you,
an empty hand to hold

when you're on the brink
of a faltering jump to the sidewalk
she is right there with you
to lift you
over the deep mud, the oily puddles.

In that dark mirror
let her show you the shattered faces
of the ones taken

but still here with you,

still here
in a world seen through her eyes
for what it was

and for all it can be.

My name is Martha and I'm very tired
my patience as such has long expired
so you don't want my brown skin next to your white
well madam I'm tired so I'm sitting tight
it's hot and I waited my turn in the queue
and I paid, just like him, just like her, just like you
you can carp, you can moan, you can cause all kinds of fuss
but lady I'm keeping my seat on this bus
because I'm tired