I thought there must be a reason but chose to wait until I was introduced.

Once, like them, I was afraid to think beyond a certain point. I would blame the ones for whom the lights went out, and in many cases, the mike was turned off. As they were—I am now.

Life is unfair.

Management?

“Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train…
I've listened to preachers
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it, and you live the role
Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train…
I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words, yeah
Heirs of a cold war
That's what we've become
Inheriting troubles, I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I'm living with something that just isn't fair
Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame?
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train…”

Flattery will get you everywhere

For all I know, I’ve been witnessing the latest and most ingenious method yet employed by the status quo of renewing itself into infinity. I think the enemy, in all its disguises, can afford as much scrutiny as I ever did, for those bothering to look my way or find out what I have or haven’t done. I’ve talked myself blue and run myself ragged, the usual result being well-coordinated indifference with frenzies of sabotage in between. Unless it’s understood that such things exist and persist, we have miles to go. It’s not the moment for exultation until victory is won. It isn’t time for exclusion unless defeat is predetermined.

Cured anyway.

Registered, but…asthma.

sound witty, Takes high drama to make it to committee, The bottom loves the top, the top rocks the bottom, Pissed off at little folk, never shoulda sought 'em, One hero sandwich brought together by bread, Don't care if my tailor says I ought to be dead, Whatever you were told, I know it's not true, Or they have to notifiy me to expect you, What's your name, what's your game, what's the level of your flame, Did they get you on tape, or are you just insane? There's a place on the table, and it has your name, Just kidding, lighten up, 'cause you're being detained, We can poison everything with the greatest of ease, it's your bad in this world when we didn't say please..."

us, we ain't get with the program, You minused our backup, sounds a little more like, ma'am, Great strides forward and light years sideways, God's move mysterious, This just cray-cray, Talk-shows hosting, Advocates ghosting, Georgetown funneling, Ballroom toasting, Limousine flanking, Journalist spanking, Nothin' more easy than this style of banking, One for the blockers...Two for the courts...Three for the coverage...Four for the hype...Five, minutes of woke, this ain't no joke, You say there's a dagger, all I see is a cloak, Ladies real pretty, make you

bad, ugly and the wicked this way comes, Who thought outside the box and was sent home in one, We're separated so many times like Jin-Sun, And try to live together not to die our own, When my mind's on Georgia, the words on the stone, Winning every other argument and losin' the subject, Seekin' higher knowledge and it's gettin' the mind wrecked, Me and my shadow, a trial separation, we're always dominating every conversation, Socrates couldn't know what he was asking, I need half-speed to be multitasking, It serves you right, but you're turning left, Just a few more years, you'll be able to guess, Accept my submission and they halt the press, Boast major war crimes when we thief confess, Flick the lint off my jacket and your planet's a mess, Try a fleet of cruise missiles and tenderness, Division's on

doing more if only we coulda been here, We find a sucker talkin' from the top of his head, We launch a verbal paintball, show respect for the Fed, We know logic is a Spock deal, Bones is an order, The purpose is what Papa say, the point is a mortar, A hit is just a business deal, the witness illegal, The garden is to tender like the Strip is to Siegel, Invade your English only to convert it to Klings-on, Their conscience way above you and they ask if this thing's on, So all you outputters, I got something to take in, The ones invented money ain't be stressed what they makin', They stamp a noble cause with the seal of approval, The sand castle falls, and it's business as usual, They like a good laugh, and we give 'em the best ones, The good,

Imagine the worst and it’s a good place to start.

“Selfie Meal”

Anyone who assumes I’m not paranoid to begin with isn’t even paying attention.

Some of us were willing to endure a loss of approval, even persecution. I often forget how much worse it would be to remain in that dungeon where nothing seems worth it.

But it may be. It seems to have happened to many people, as a matter of fact. Instead of choosing their own way, it’s been chosen for them.

I saw a message that interested me, but it may not be.

Style doesn’t matter.

Which adds up to more than 25 years.

I’m the last to justify medicine’s theft of half my life.

“All warfare is based on deception.” -Sun Tzu

After the fact.

You know, I caught what that interview was all about. He was talking to Gayle King and everyone behind the camera. He was saying he gave them thirty years. He knew they were hanging him out to dry. He knows that they know.

I knew there was more to this than I was being told. And there was much more. And I know the surface has not even been scratched.

I knew he was going to win the first time. Everyone around me was in denial. They were paralyzed, like they didn’t know what to do. They just pretended it wasn’t happening. They just had a massive meltdown, and cut me out of their lives. They did me a favor.

And maybe it’s because he knew that it didn’t matter.

I’m trying to think of any other person in Washington that would tolerate being banned on social media.