16 June 2026
I'm listening to Short History of British Punk. Recommend.
Today at Pony School:
* A four year old needed to list/name all of her stuffies. Their names are outstanding, reflecting the depth of intellect of her household. My favorite was an Octopus named Socrates.
* I remembered most of their names without having to look at name tags. M/W I have three boys who look exactly alike, and yesterday I was able to differentiate them.On T/Th it's the girls who look the same. Because all small white children look exactly the same. I said what I said. I had the same issue at Littleton with teenaged white boys sporting the exact same blonde buzz cuts with a Jersey handle up front and they were all named Jake or Jack.
I also got home to the email that I passed the stupid district thing. Whether I passed or they just decided after three tries they were tired of reading I dunno and I don't care. It was a distraction I guess. Now I need something else.
I am not well, mentally.
The cruelty of this country is getting to me and I refuse to look away. Even though there is nothing I can do to stop it. Send the comet please, hit reset, do what you gotta do but please blow up this experiment and let God sort us out. All the Pretti Good people, children, and those desperately doing the right thing are tired. We're ready to go. I'm not interested in trying to change minds. I'm not interested in "holding out" until the midterms.
People are dying.
They're being killed, by lack of healthcare, concentration camp incarceration...by cruelty.
Cruelty.
A specific human trait.
While dolphins are ass hole rapists, nature doesn't deliberately refuse help to her inhabitants. They lack the science and skill to help the three legged wolf, but they try. They keep the sick and old in the middle of pack for protection. Whales raise the children together.
We're the only ones that attack one another because we hate.
We are the only ones that are cruel.
And I can't watch it anymore.
Scene.
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