We thought we missed it this year with my hospital stays. I was struggling to walk and about to give up as I bent to stop the pain and glanced up to see the first.

Next thing I knew I felt nothing but peace as I mushroom danced through the undergrowth.

Thank you, my love. Thank you.

I’ve had some health issues lately and my body is in disarray, especially my core.

I sneezed.

My body saw stars.

Every politician is saying the same thing: we have a mandate from the people.

So we are left with a unique problem: How do we stop a large subset of the populace from being skillfully manipulated by the will of the few?

Bridges must be mended all while division is being encouraged.

I’m screaming into the void but the ease with which people are manipulated by paltering is unfathomable to me.

Seemingly random super users push a narrative to misrepresent data and because of bias the mass flows in the direction desired. They don’t even need to push anymore only direct.

The bookstore was interesting yesterday. Many books appeared to be pulled from their nests so covers were on full display:

Has anyone else noticed what appears to be a coordinated and multitiered attack in online spaces?

Standard trolls, contrarians and rage baiters, but more alarmingly, a large influx of “I’m on your side” accounts giving poor “advice”

Positive feedback loop:

The propaganda of AI will accelerate the acceptance of its use, which, in turn, will make the propaganda machine exponentially more effective.

Ever at a loss on how to explain something that you can see so clearly?

Mostly because part of that clarity is knowing that most people will not have the patience nor attention span (by design) to let you explain it…

What is the obsession with inaccurately attributing random quotes to famous authors?

I’m also confused how many famous authors’ political views are never researched while their works are constantly “quoted” to push a viewpoint.

Irony would like a word

I have to overcome my own self imposed limitations and start posting my writing somewhere. I just can’t figure out where…

I’m verbose and character limits make my brain weep.

Slowly beginning to acknowledge that my cloak of self distain and bitterness is not actually protecting me from the pain of failure but instead only obscuring my path to happiness and most directly: life.