Since Zuck decided to join the Nazi party, I have ditched both facebook and instagram. I have zero interest in participating in that nonsense. This boot licking Magat shit has truly been something to behold. The way every rich piece of shit has kissed the ring since he was elected is astonishing, but weirdly unsurprising. Of course they have… they need more money to add to their Everest of cash.

Unattaching myself from social media accomplishes two-fold, it makes it where I no longer will participate in the bullshit while simultaneously protecting my fragile world view.

Last night watching Tiktoks I found myself panicked about the state of the world. Once again I am reminded how insignificant I am and how little control I have over my own existence. To combat this I have decided to narrow down the media I consume. I need to put myself into a position where I am informed but not so filled with anxiety that I am slowly lose my mind. It’s a genuinely fine line to walk because, let’s face it, I am crazy.

The one aspect of this “purge” (for lack of a better word) that upsets me is that I did it after Charlie’s passing. He so wanted me to unplug and not let my thoughts be consumed by that which I had zero control over. He begged me. I just refused. It is one of my many regrets. The thought of not staying “on top of everything” was too upsetting for me. As if knowing that the missile was coming would somehow save me when it’s detonation was imminent and there would be no way for me to get out of the blast zone. Y’know what I mean?

Burying my head in the sand isn’t going to stop the world and the “powers that be” from doing what they can and will do. All I can do is respond to that which is before me. Until I encounter it, it is none of my concern.

My sister-in-law asked me on election night if I genuinely thought we would turn into Nazi Germany and… I hesitated to answer. I don’t know. I just don’t. However we are told repeatedly that history repeats itself. If you’re gifted with pattern recognition you will see that there are so many similarities between then and now that you’d have to be the optimist of optimists to not believe where we are headed.