the pathology of my madness

i'm not sure if my sudden turn to divination is a big 180 from my earlier posts. perhaps it's indicative of my momentary loss of faith in things getting better. i'm still plotting and praying for a coup d'etat. but, i realize that's going to take a long time. in a week, i'll be starting a residency training young women of color organizers wanting to incorporate media production in their campaign against U.S. deportation of refugees. yes, readers. this lovely country that prides itself on its statue of liberty as the beacon of freedom is well underway in having international treaties that allow for well planned and well structured ethnic cleansing. this just in: ALL you canucks are safe!!!! alanis m. (best known for "isn't it ironic... doncha think?"): don't worry. even though your music and the feigned spiritual "depth" that you don as you sing about antibiotics is NOT going to be deemed as subversive or anti-government... but, if you are an unfortunate member of the "we're here because the US was here and i can no longer live in my own country," WE'RE SENDING YOU BACK!!! i hope people think about that as they put another f*ing hot dog on the grill this friday.

here's my 4th of july cheer:

red is for blood, white for hegemony and blue is what we feel cuz the bad shit's for REAL!!! hip hip hooray, UNCLE SHAM!