Twilight Rhyme

Coming soon, the midnight hour, when from ghouls and ghosts we do cower. Hide your fright of the night, 'neath sheets that shield from the eyes of sprites.…

About January 6th, 2021 <sigh>

I keep bringing up the Reichstag fire metaphor on various media but that takes patience because it is very clear that few know the history of anything that's farther away than their own backyard.

I suppose that the tale of how Hitler used the false flag fire to blame those he held as "others" and then used those "others" to propel him further up the pyramid of power: that whole sordid story has to be driven into the minds of the current population. If the Jan. 6th riot had not been so badly planned, Trump might have gotten his very visible and suspect "others" against whom to ignite a campaign of revenge. 

But 45 dropped the ball. It was a mob of his own who took the fall and, so, he didn't get his ideal scapegoats. Fortunately. It may have been said before in different words: Trump couldn't run a government but, neither could he ruin one.

Society and Suicide

As a multi-method, multiple suicide attempt survivor, I would like to tell you two things (not about assistance since that's been covered), the second of which may sound counterintuitive.

1) Depression does not necessarily lead to a suicide attempt but it can make life more miserable than I can describe in a few words.

2) One does not have to be in a depressed state in order to commit suicide. A person can logically talk themselves into it, most often as the only possible solution to a problem, whether this is objectively true or false. This means that there may be no advance warning to others. As the Lou Reed lyric goes, "suicides don't need notes."

2b) This all suggests that you should be even closer to those who you are close to you and, as a society, we need to increase the level of interpersonal communication and communal care of individuals. If you don't know even the names of your neighbours, that alone demonstrates a deficiency in our society. On a world with seven billion inhabitants there should be no strangers.

Haiku #374

Once I walked this earth 

Then meeting with some heating 

Now but dust's my worth 

Haiku #373

My zone is my home 

I mark its borders daily 

Its owner's a beast