Been the worst kind of year

  for that sort of thing.  We're ALL crazy, we're ALL homeless criminals, we're all a burden on the businesses we power, we're all trash.

  I recommend getting uplifted by someone else who is not a fellow human trying to find the floor and clear the covered in all American citizens.

  But I don't think some people crying, wall, wall, deport, deport is gonna do it.  This realignment will start with voting and have to progress as the majority asserting, re-asserting we can't be this mob.  We have to live by Law.

  When an admin makes that impossible for the average person, other citizens have to make process and make that law.  Otherwise we're not able to stay actual citizens in an actual nation, we're ALL just whatever.

  I am glad I have at this point in my life tough enough skin to know that neither myself nor any other human is trash.  Harris running to the microphone and telling everyone, he just called us trash, kind of reverberated the notion for me and it kicked around in my head for a while but I slept it off.  What I knew for sure was that I am not deaf, I heard it from the horse's mouth; I am not in the Harris possee so I didn't feel compelled to act; and we're just not trash.

  People are really ready to switch gears I think.  Get out of the hype-mode of campaigning.  I know I am.  

  So much of life is like seventh grade.  I was a hot mess on the inside and Sister Rose kept making us classify everything under the sun as parts and pieces of wholes and named, named things.  The Latin, the American (a mix of old, middle, French, Greek), the scientific, the slang.  All that categorizing filled up my head and didn't leave much room for hot mess.  It was hard.  It was a lot to learn.  And then I went through a phase of reality not really being any of those labels!

  I guess all the two-party build up coming out of mob and loss of self to various forms of socialism-like is twanging my brain.  We're being accosted by branding at this point and have to reassert our humanity.

  Went through that process again and again as a young person.  Squishy boundaries.  Especially in regards love.  But also with stuff like drinking.  All squishy, cool, until running over a goat (just kidding, but) or falling for some punk getting me into fist-fighting.  Take things as far as they'll go in "experimenting" and then.

  Friends were always helping friends reorganize.  Find self in the remains of a mosh pit.  Lessons learned.  Move on.  Look at that guy, he'll not get that eyeball back.

  Lots of prayers.  And believing that forgiveness is forgiveness.  That was part of maturing too.