March 3, 2026

 In the end, we will be the victims of our country’s own weapons.  Even if those most dastardly creations that we’ve sought to use to subjugate the world with are not used, they will imprison us, the people of this failed experiment in self-governance.  Should there ever be worldly sympathy for our collective people so riddled with the disease of imperialism and hate, who would risk the cataclysm of our stored weaponry to liberate us?  To rebuild us?  To bring those who might be left when this is over back into the light? 

It is only US who have a chance to stop this, but where even is the next step?  Those of us who perceive the dead ends of past resistances, we are surrounded by darkness.  Breathing, listening, trying to process what is happening, trying to find something to hold that does not shift.  Praying in the dark for so much, for guidance, for courage, for safety for those we love.  Praying for forgiveness if there is something we could have done to arrest the momentum that has led us to this terrible moment and those yet to come. 

Feb. 28, 2026

 2/28/2026

I look out to the south at Puget Sound this morning, and I see a point of land with some trees on it.  I imagine them to be the spires of some dastardly warship.  I imagine the hostile armada sailing into our Sound with guns.  My mind sees them passing our peaceful windows and our windows and home blown to ruin for retribution.   Wanton destruction with no meaning to compensate for other destruction with no meaning on the other side of the globe.  I wonder what will happen to our country when our geography no longer protects us.  The time is coming when the sufferings our leaders have caused to so many people of other lands who struggled to live under leaders they, for the most part, also had not consented to will come back to us.  They were made to suffer for the sins of those leaders, as we will someday suffer for the sins of ours.  Things are not good now, but what an even more terrible day that will be.