I spent the last couple days in Indiana for a family event. The event itself was nice, but it’s impossible to dive into any part of the state of Indiana and ignore the depressing environs engulfing you. The religious zealots have set aside Indiana as one of their “safe spaces”. It’s acceptable to be a hypocritical piece of shit in Indiana, if not encouraged. Now, I won’t say all hoosiers, because generalizations aren’t my thing. However, it can readily be ascribed to Trumpers. That’s just fucking reality. Trumpers are trash. Why are they trash? Because it’s a fucking choice. You choose to be a good person, or you choose to be garbage. Trumpers have chose to be garbage. That’s just how it is, and it’s not a generalization.

I’ve been thinking about my fake Christian family a good amount recently. They embody what the MAGA movement means nearly to the finest detail. They’re poor, anti-intellectual, uneducated, faux-spiritual, fake ass, deceptive, and a wholly unreliable lot.

I’m not so much talking about my mom’s side of my family, but my dad’s side of my family. They’re the faux Christians who want to judge everyone and not be judged. The people who are furthest from “Christ-like” yet are loudest about how much they love Jesus. The liars, the unrepentant, the corrupt. They’re also the “gay-hating MAGA” types, and they’re awful people.

I’ve been fucking around with Stable Diffusion lately and I figured I’d upload some of the weird shit I’ve been forcing it to make, probably against it’s will.

I could watch her sleep all day. Her pretty eyes fluttering from whatever dreams stop by, her cute nose, deliciously juicy lips- She’s my person. She’s my warmth, my haven, wherever she is will be my sanctuary for the rest of my days. Around her I am myself, I’m not any half-truth of myself or censored artifact but my actual self, and she still loves me. To have that so completely with someone I love so much is something I’ve never experienced before. I can say that it feels like we’ve known each other forever and yet I can learn something new about her every day. I don’t need to know every inch of who she is as a person because I am not at all afraid of what I don’t know. The most important parts, her wonderful nature, she’s shared with me in deep and meaningful ways. I’ve also shared all that I can, all that there is of me. We can share whole days so comfortably, effortlessly. We put in the work and we communicate and we build together, we’re truly partners sharing a life, and it feels amazing. She’s amazing. You’re never going to find someone smarter. She’s an analytical boss of a person that can plan at a stretch as well as think on the fly. She’s cute and quirky and silly and fascinating and I love her.

This pretty well sums up how the CIA has pretty much dictated Hollywood portrayals of police and the legal system since they first began this endeavor with “Mockingbird”. All cops are bastards. I say that decisively and without hesitation, because it’s true. People who want to be cops are bastards, so how could the police force avoid being infiltrated by bastards? Now, I can’t claim that the law enforcement situation is the same in every country, it absolutely isn’t. I’m sure there are quite a few countries out there who don’t give their police force unchecked powers to leverage against the entire population as they see fit. On the contrary, it seems like most countries recognize that systems of checks and balances are incredibly important in maintaining order. The US has just always had an ass backward half-ass method of trying to attempt things, the result is never as good as what other countries produce.

It really does seem that way sometimes. I get the impression from many people that I conduct myself offensively, and I think to a large degree they’re mostly correct. I do eschew some societal standards for either the sake of brevity or just laziness. I don’t have a twitter or facebook account. I don’t have many, if any, social media accounts. This is as social as I get, and honestly I hope to keep this away from most people I encounter on a daily basis. It’s not for them to know the things in my head, save for whomever I allow in. I suppose I have a keen appreciation for privacy that not everyone was born equipped with. I honestly don’t think it was something I innately went to, either. It was more self defense for the unease of earning parental reproach. I was always afraid of miscalculated steps, doing something incorrectly, saying something incorrectly, being judged for things that I enjoy. My mom never really allowed me to put a healthy boundary between her and I, any boundary laid out was frequently breached and it would always feel horrible. In that environment I think I developed a deep appreciation for being able to have a private life that’s apart and away from anything and everything I participate in publicly. In fact, my fondness of privacy is the reason I’ll always blog here with only a pseudonym. I’ll never attach my lamename to this place, not fully. I know that each and every post on this blog has the potential to offend someone, it’s just a matter of whom and over what that determines whether it’s worth my reversing course to apologize.

Have you ever wondered why society is the way it is? Why we have millionaires and billionaires telling us that police are more important than ensuring all of our neighbors are able to sustain themselves? Human nature is so corrupt and fucked for the first instinct to be to fuck over other humans to gain an advantage. Yet that’s what we do at every turn. Instead of allowing wealth to be distributed more evenly the wealthiest will dump far more cash into ensuring that there are “have-nots” than anything else.