I wanna talk to ya about Jesus

No, not THAT one. Not the one Christians try and sell you. No, the real Jesus was a long haired hippie-type socialist woke brown radical, who spoke out against corruption, and died because he threatened the Establishment by speaking truth to power, and truth to the people.

Somehow they turned his simple words spoken to regular people, into a mystical secret, that only the high priests and prophets can interpret. But that message, they’ve been selling ever since, wasn’t Jesus message at all.

Jesus spoke of the end of religion. He spoke out against the corrupt church, that exploited the fear of the commoners. He said, “Be not afraid”, while the Pharisees preached only vengeance and fear.

He said, be good to everyone.
He he warned against the rich and powerful.
He told the people, “You are Gods”.
He told them God was inside them.
He told them to reject the lies.
He threatened The Church.
His popularity threatened The elite.
So those guys had him killed. To stop a revolution.

I don’t think his Apostles and early followers ever quite got it. They kept asking how to turn his words into an easy recipe people could follow. Jesus repeated himself again and again, but In the end, Paul and all the pious others who followed over the centuries, added their own spin to his message. They created rules of obedience and suffering, where Jesus spoke only of freedom from the old laws.
If God is inside you, you don’t need a pope. You don’t need a church. The world is your church. The miracles we see everyday our lessons. They didn’t get it then, they still don’t get it.

This time though, they’ve gone too far. Not the pope specifically. This papa may actually bring long-needed change. If he survives. Popes haven’t always had to travel in bulletproof popemobiles. This one is controversial already, just being American. I mean…LOOK at America ffs.

No, I’m talking about the Onward Christian Soldiers types. The warriors for Christ. The His Will Be Done crowd. Done In Jesus’ Name.  History has seen many great slaughters, wars fought to further his will and the will of an angry God.

But actual Jesus spoke of peaceful protest, and love for others, respect for all of creation.
Love your neighbor. Treat the foreigner as one of your own. Jesus healed the sick for free. He fed the poor without calling them lazy and blaming them for their situation. Above all he spoke of peace. He could’ve led a rebellion. Instead, he refused to fight. He was content to teach. To show kindness and mercy to all, regardless of social station and wealth.

Everything that is being done by the MAGA right in Jesus name which involves violence would make Jesus’ stomach churn at the hypocrisy.

Here in 2026 America, The rights of the innocent, citizen or not, are being trampled on by right wing masked shock troops, choosing their targets by hate, using skin color and foreign accents to select them for “removal”.

Does ANYONE of these frauds, wearing a cross for TV, defending this hate and violence, offering “thoughts and prayers” for the dead…

…Do they really believe that THIS is how Jesus would behave?

Fuck the so-called Christians. If YOU side with these terrorists, you are not of Jesus. Modern Christianity has nothing to do with Jesus. It is all about power, and forcing people to do things their way. Like the Crusades. The Inquisition. The Catholic Church. The Church of England. The Conquistadors. The “pilgrims” who slaughtered savages and enslaved people of color. Recruit. An ever growing flock means more tax-free revenue. Bottom line. Greed.

When the Tenets of the Satanic Temple better reflect the words of Jesus than the actions of Christians in His Name, I suggest that perhaps Jesus was talking to a different Father.

If you think about it, the God of The Bible was clearly a dick, and also obviously a benefit to the men who created religion around him, which they used to control simple shepherds and farmers with fear, lies, and fake magic.

All for the promise of Heaven. Give up your life on earth, to doing what we say to do, and you’ll go to heaven, which is whatever you imagine it is.

Well, I imagine heaven is a place where there are no Christians, Jews, Atheists or Muslims. Just human beings who treat each other the way Jesus would have. It COULD exist here on earth, if we let it.

The Underground.

It’s growing.
You won’t hear about it on social media.
This may be the only public post I ever talk about it.

((Entertainment only. Just kidding. Borowitz has The Onion breath. Plausibly Deniable. Yup. Disclaimers-R-Us must be having a sale)).

Because Everything online is being monitored. AI is not only stealing art, literature, music and much more. It’s being used to build a digital prison. Surveillance and secret social scores. They track where you’re going. Who you’re with. What you say. I’m sure my score is concerning. Sooner or later some algorithm will flag me. I have that “red flag” kinda personality.

Truth. Rebels will be prosecuted here in America. It’s already happening. Shock Troops in our streets projecting power and fear. Resistance must be quashed. Speak out against the machine, threaten it’s mission in any way, and it will come for you.

Masked Federal Gestapo. In America. Shooting Americans in the face. Who will be next?

If you aren’t concerned that they might someday come for you, you’re either the biggest fool or the most selfish tool. Either way, good luck with that. The rest of y’all, I assume you are friendlies. That doesn’t imply trust. Trust, like respect, is earned.

So here we are. The enemies are among us, in power. Our government has fully turned against the governed. It’s a fucking disaster.
America, no matter what State Media-for-profit tells you, is in deep shit. They are literally making up the economic numbers now, hoping the truth will be lost in the extreme revisions. The news won’t report any of it. They have a stake in this occupation.

Profit. Corporate profits. It’s all about money. It’s about taking from us and giving to them. Robin Hood in reverse. Forcing the poor into submission is easier than forcing “the entitled” out of their “entitlements”. 

Money can buy anything in America. Now they bought an election, and our entire government, thanks to years of these wealthy pricks buying congressional representation that the average voter cannot imagine to afford.
Taxation without representation. The ones supposed to represent US, now represent only THEM. Do NOT count on them to save you. Prepare for the worst.

If you’re not in the underground, you’re working for THEM. Dig it?

Roads Not Forgotten

It feels kinda like coming out. Not from the closet, but from a self-imposed isolation. From my cave, so to speak. Hibernation for self-survival. That’s why I’ve been avoiding it. Coming out, I mean. Maybe I’ll stay here forever.
I haven’t been quiet. I post a lot. Shouting into the void, really. I’m…Just not social. In real life, I don’t talk to most of the people I think of as friends.

Old friends of mine are off, living their lives. Or dying, in a few cases. As a theme, Death is becoming more frequent in my life. So, well I don’t ask about their lives. They don’t ask about mine. We’re both satisfied, living in our memories. I guess. Or maybe we are just scared of hearing bad news.

You can ask. It’s ok. No, I’m not dying. Just reflecting. At 63, I’m not ignoring the obvious either. Nothing is forever. Except memories, I think.

If you think about it, well, memories are all we have. We each spend our lives collecting them. We cultivate them, in part to understand them. To make us feel better. And it works. Until it doesn’t. I’m pretty sure old friends don’t remember things exactly the same way I do. Details may be blurred. Maybe we don’t remember them at all. Because we each shape our own memory.

Memories are therefore fleeting and ever changing, blurring the past and future, tainted by the present. It seems as if almost any scenario in the past is now plausible. If someone from back then challenges my current reality by telling me I did something insane that I don’t remember, should I believe them? At this point I would, probably. If it sounds plausible. There were some CRAZY times.

Back in the real world, the once unthinkable keeps happening. Again and again. Some days I assume the world must surely be departing it’s axis, and spinning off into the void. Chaos is everywhere, it seems. Plausible? Every scenario seems “plausible” anymore.

But not here. Here on the farm, all the chaos spins around me. Here I am frozen in this moment. This place. This magic place, in the middle of nowhere, Upstate NY. Three hours from everywhere, on the border of sanity and oblivion.
I enjoy just being here. I plan to enjoy the peace of this place until my last breath (hopefully not any time soon). I treasure the love and company of my wife, and all of our animals caretakers. We may feed these beasts and birds, but they take care of us. Our nest will never be empty, though our path and the paths of our loved ones may diverge from our shared journeys.

I will forever recall the ones who made a difference in my reality; friends who walked alongside me on my journey to Here. This precarious perch of Reflection. Never forgotten, as we all fade into the future. Together apart.

I’m not sure we were ever on the same journey. Perhaps our paths crossed for a moment or two in time. But now, time has dragged us each through our own separate battlefields. The minutes we shared have been aggregated into moments. Key scenes and trailers of our lives, rather than the actual footage. Replayed less frequently, as each of our libraries keep growing. Faded, but not erased.

So what can we do, but journey on, together in our fleeting, ever-archiving memories? If we’re lucky, we may meet again. Maybe this Ride never ends, or maybe one day we’ll travel together around this sun again, for a little while more. But even if the stars explode and the planets all die, the memories of the journeys we shared are forever written into the DNA of the Universe.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”
~Robert Frost – The Road Not Taken

The War on Fishermen

Once upon a time, there was a clear boundary between war and peace. War had to be declared, against another nation, by Congress. Otherwise, peacetime rules of engagement applied.

Since 2001 and the declaration of “war on terror” our leaders no longer respect the boundary. War is peace. Peace is war. People are making a LOT of money selling weapons. It’s good for business.

The result is, the USA is now the largest terrorist army in the world, and this administration is using it to strike fear in other nations, so that their people and resources can be plundered by the billionaires. It’s organized crime backed by nuclear weapons and the strongest army on the planet.

I don’t care if the cartel leader was on those fucking boats. You take him into custody, along with the evidence of criminal activity. Put him on trial, and imprison him if found guilty.

You don’t blow up the boat, kill everyone including survivors, and destroy all the evidence. That’s what criminal terrorists do.  Inflicting fear. Abusing power.

This isn’t about drug cartels or the supposed “war on terror”. Trumpy just pardoned the Honduran Ex-Prez who was, yeah you can’t make this up, convicted of DRUG TRAFFICKING. A convicted narco-terrorist. Yup.