Today was a rather good day for writing about politics. Sometimes my best creative writing happens while I’m in a conversation with friends and family. 

In this post, and the posts to come I share some of the writing. It’s somewhat stilted because there is an edited-out other, that was done to protect their privacy and identity. 

Before you continue to read, as a kind of trigger warning it is relevant to state that I am profoundly left of center. If you have tribal triggers or you are a troll, this is where you are invited to stop reading right now. As this is my blog, my space, my little corner of existence I do not have to guarantee anyone adherence to their First Amendment rights, this is my soapbox. I invite you to get your own. Obnoxious comments will be eliminated without consideration. Now you know the rules of the road…

Witness the rot in old rich white men.

They must be replaced. When old rich white men are on their way out, we’ll finally tear off the last of their masks and hoods and see them for what they really are: Hurt little boys throwing a full blown temper tantrum on the floor, arms and legs flailing about.

You’ll see them for how they truly are. Vindictive, weepy, screaming little children who have been utterly spoiled by everyone and everything in their lives. They may not be able to cope, and they may as a group suffer a profound spike in suicides. I would not be surprised.

The fragile male ego, in these elderly toddlers simply cannot take the stress. That’s what macho male bullshit is, incredible fragility leading to monumental projection. Ironically it’s this projection of the desired opposition to their weakness and fragility that causes war. Not all war, but a good portion of it.

I celebrate and encourage the spiking of old rich white men. Anything is better than what they have brought to the table.

Hello Gentlemen, it’s time to start dying. It’s time to be replaced.