frankly, knees and shoulders are enough to persuade me that we live in a bleak and meaningless universe and after death there will be only the endless mocking laughter of a mindless thing in a vast wasteland. And my fucking rotator cuff will hurt.

You think it won't, couldn't possibly, happen this time, in the face of all *this*, but I promise you: it will. Unless there is an enormous, sustained, absolutely dogged push from below -- starting now, honestly -- that is what will happen. That's how the machine works, that's how it's built.

"Move on." That was the cry. Oh, Republicans fucked everything up, got millions of people killed, tanked the economy? Let's not dwell on it. Let's not be consumed with petty vindictiveness. Let's be the bigger people, look forward, pull the country back together. Time for healing. Etc.

It's difficult to imagine now -- much like it was difficult for me to imagine during Bush II in the wake of the disastrous Iraq war, the disastrous Katrina response, the disastrous economy -- but the second these monsters are out of power, the soothing cries of "look forward, not back" will begin.

... if we really want people to be held accountable this time, we will be fighting against the media, against billionaires, against big business, against the consultant class, against D leadership, against practically the entire apparatus of US politics. The architecture is *built for impunity*.