Look at this… 👀 https://pin.it/3V0Qyj1
I don’t know this country anymore. How you can do these sins and dare to call yourself a Christian nation. That’d be funny if it weren’t so pathetic.
America doesn’t know Christianity. If you had, you would run from these obscenities. You would tear the fences down and let the children go. Jesus loved children. He would never condone this, never make excuses like, ‘oh they ain’t one of ours. ‘ What a crock. And you’re fine letting them die, letting them starve in cages we wouldn’t subject a dog to? What the fuck is the matter with you people?
I don’t have any grandparents left. I miss them terribly. I’d love them to be here to keep me grounded, to keep this contained. But I don’t and a lot of other people do. So on their behalf I will say this: if any son of a bitch asks us to sacrifice our grandparents for something as nebulous as ‘The Economy ‘, my answer to you now and always will be to go to hell. Suck a cock and go back to the devil that spawned you.
We are not Christians. We are everything we were told to avoid back in school. Our leaders disgust me and as long as we cheer on mass murderers like Trump, we have no future worth looking forward to.
Between 1985 and 1986, Karel Hvizdala conducted a book length series of interviews with playright and reluctant human rights activist Vaclav Havel, via underground mail. At the time Havel was living in Prague, Czechoslovakia which was still under communist rule; Hvizdala was corresponding with him from West Germany. The book that came from these questions was first published in Czechoslovakia in summer of 1986. Later it would be translated by Paul Wilson and published in the West in 1990 just as Czechoslovakia’s democratic revolution was underway.
I thoroughly enjoyed Havel’s candor and modesty, even if it was only evident on the printed page. He describes his parents and grandparents as enterprising men born to create. Despite an admittedly privileged upbringing, in his childhood Havel says he “felt alone, inferior, lost, ridiculed, ” emotions I’m all too familiar with. Perhaps those feelings are the bane of every writer’s existence. He also touches on the depersonalization of modern society, of losing touch with our fellow man and losing a connection with the work we do, whether it’s in a communist or capitalist state.
He remains hopeful in the power of the masses, which had to be a hard thing as he’d been imprisoned three times for his activities, which would probably not raise half a fuss in our country, even today. “All power is power over someone, and it always somehow responds, usually unwittingly rather than deliberately, to the state of mind and the behavior of those it rules over. One can always find in the behavior of power a reflection of what is going on “below “. No one can govern in a vacuum. ” That gives me some hope too, and believe me we could all use some of that right now.