The End is Nigh

They are the end. And they know it. I saw a picture of Donald Trump, Jr. (R-Nepotism) on a dove hunting trip with Steve King (R-IA). Politician grins plastered across their slightly off faces while they firmly grasp the double-barreled evidence of their manhood. Manhood which had recently been demonstrated on doves. Some of which, to the consternation of the Congressman and the young Mr. Trump, were white.

I wondered how they can be so tone deaf as not to see how pathetic they look in these pictures. Little men trying to be big men. Little men who remain little even with the backing of hundreds of millions of dollars. A hooker will lie to most men for a few hundred dollars but these men are so little that they can’t even buy the loyalty of those who are in the business of selling it.

Little men.

They do what little men always do. They take out their self-hate on those who aren’t little. They take out their envy and jealousy on everyone that they have influence over. The richer they are, the worse it is for the rest of us. Their influence is the only thing that isn’t little about them. Once they realize this – as the President has – they lash out. They spend all of their time trying to inflict pain on those that aren’t little. As much pain as possible. Pain to tear them down to the level of these little men. That is their goal.

Not realizing that there isn’t that much pain in the world. They know that their time is done. That the end is not only nigh, it is here. They are done and, in keeping with their vile heroes, they plan to salt the Earth. To keep human dignity from returning. If they can accomplish that, they will be “big men.” Perhaps. What they don’t realize is they cannot win. They can never be “big men” because the very act of trying to tear us down makes them ever….

smaller.

  • Eliot.

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I Just Want To Know

“Why, Jon, why?” his mother asked. “Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can’t you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? Why don’t you eat? Jon, you’re bone and feathers!”

“I don’t mind being bone and feathers, Mum. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can’t, that’s all. I just want to know.”

Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Gulls in Acadia
Nature Series
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Still Magic

I saw the assemblage of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the aviator.
Now is just the thing,
To get me wondering if aviation was exciting.

Don’t believe that airplanes are extraordinary?
Airplanes are ordinary beyond belief.
Down, down, down into the darkness,
Gently they go – the unexceptional, the common, the run-of-the-mill.

Just like murders, is planes.
Do planes make you shiver?
Do they?

– ShotByNess.


Hangar Hotel
Infrastructure Series
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