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  Empathy   Maybe it's about time you get some. I have sympathy and i got empathy, too. the fear in the air is palpable blue. Paranoia runs its course in America it's true Like walkin’ down the street hearing people talking to themselves but really, they’re talkin to you.   But I can't get angry anymore over and over, the red white and blue, I’m the matador not the inflamed beast you view It’s not like you don't have my sympathy though I might be screwed up white and regrettably more like you than you’d probably think, or like. I just can't get angry anymore about who's hating who I'm getting old, not that much time to relate, I barely understand my own fate, much less yours by the time I find what I'm looking for I forgot what I wanted it for. I know it's not nineteen sixty-eight, blind revolutionary to the core, I had to relearn a normal life, the red and the black, I had their back, but no one, not even you, can travel th...

Right now, the American constitution is unrecognizable, which I suppose is only a natural effect or affectation of an aging process mixed with a large amount of puffery Botox and the usual American exceptionalism and hubris overtime. The Supreme Court, whether on a strict diet of legal interpretation solely aimed at defining imaginative and magical unlimited powers for the executive branch is saddled like a ridiculous handmaiden to her master, just like congress is. They (Supreme Court) as well as others, mostly the unelected viziers or advisors that awaken the Jabba the Hut like King every day from his intellectual and passionless slumber, confronting him with their daily agenda illustrating this neoliberal process quite well, something I may expand on here in a minute or much later. I'm naive enough, as almost all Americans who have had some real experiences with the democratic processes, such as continually having to vote for the lessor of two very undistinct candidates w...

  Beautiful Exiles by Meg Waite Clayton and The Women by T.C. Boyle These two books illustrate the commonality of great men and the women who love them, in both negative and positive ways/   Them the men they need you. Ernest and Meg,   You two were born like romeo and juliet amongst the divisive rubble and struggle for Spain. Frank Lloyd Wright and Mamah Borthwick Cheney You were the other two born in the panic, there was nothing to come home to except smoke and mirrors. In wars, the great romantics, the swelling pride of it, their work is always so important, so so important and every one of you, mistress or wife, understands that. You nourish his fear like a wet nurse, you bear his desires like an Olympus hero.   He languishes when you aren’t there.   For you are his ghostly inspiration, his spectral muse, He needs you where he can easily find you. Cuba, war, Idaho, war, Cuba, war, the memories of Spain kept you going, together...