I keep thinking about Putin’s threats to use nuclear weapons, and how it sets us back fifty years. This fascist moron seriously thinks clinging desperately to power is a good strategy, which I guess makes sense for a former KGB agent. God knows the intelligence community is batshit insane. It doesn’t matter if they’re CIA, NSA, MI-6, KGB, everyone in the intelligence community is a fucking psychopath. It’s a requirement for service, in case you didn’t know.

I feel so oblivious right now. I’ve been feeling the strain from all the business travel I’ve been doing for the year, but I guess I’ve only been feeling without realizing just how insane it’s been. Point in fact, I’ve been going hard since February, apparently. I only know this because I went back and checked records. But my work travel has been much higher than it’s ever supposed to have been. I feel the physical and emotional exhaustion from it, but the actual realization didn’t actually sink in until I had the data in front of me.

In my travails across the internet, I’ve stumbled upon quite a few interesting true crime stories, and truly some of the most depraved acts one human can commit against another human.

But this post is different. This post isn’t about a sociopathic murderer. This post is about a sociopathic accomplice to murder who was given the name “David Cash” at birth. In 1998, David Cash watched his friend Jeremy Strohmeyer rape and murder seven year old Sherrice Iverson. This human waste has made public statements such as “I don’t feel there is much I could have done differently” and “I’m no idiot, I’ll (expletive) get my money out of this.”

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.