Maybe God Tried to Turn You Into a Garbage Can So You Could Be Lifted by the Truck's Hydraulic Arms and Banged Empty

Mentioning again: I have a daughter in her late twenties, I work with hundreds of college students between 18 and 25, I have friends with children between 15 and 40, and a significant percentage of that generation with fucks still to spend on damns they still have, ripe for faith and action, are SIDEWAYS NOW: they laugh at but fear crackers, despise GOP cracker-whispererism, and thoroughly loathe, loathe, loathe motherfucking Democrats, know that Democrats will not save them, know that Democrats see no profit in saving them, know Democrats (that is, our shitlords who own Democrats) offer only weaponized crackers as incentive to vote Democrat

• I am telling you three times my daughter's generation knows
• that generation is totally aware of the fuck *my* generation leaves them (and signals it doesn't give a fuck)
• The plague and what happened when crackers (and shitlords) realized it disproportionately kills (and hassles) African-Americans and Hispanics
• Old people disproportionately too, to shitlords' delight
• Our shitlords will fully weaponize crackers
• Who are the cultural barbarians now? 
• The virus has seized the means of production
• Not a conspiracy but a terrifying opportunity
• Now with Olive ear shadows

• America the Defective
• The amnesia is the point
• Cops, Supreme Court, qualified immunity
• Technocrats and class: Are centrists even more utopian than socialists
• Professional centrist
• When will we ever care about domestic violence?
• A shelter for bells
• The arts of the cunning folk
• Yes, I've posted the Dean Young poem before
• 2020 May 7
• Woke up with The Clean in my head 

CRASH TEST DUMMIES OF AN IMPERFECT GOD

Dean Young

Because we are so stupid,

the prizes in Cracker Jacks are now paper

so they can be swallowed, ladders

spackled with warnings. No getting

within a hundred feet of Stonehenge because

everyone wants to hack off a souvenir

and the way home is clogged to one lane

so whoever wants to can stare into a pothole

until coming up with a grievance. I’d vote

the greatest accomplishment of mankind

is the pickle spear. God created paradise

to tell us Get out! which is why we probably

created God who doesn’t much like being created

by ilk like us. No wonder it’s pediatrics

every morning and toxicology by happy hour.

Is it all in the mind, the dirty, dirty mind?

Maybe God tried to turn you into a garbage can

so you could be lifted by the truck’s hydraulic

arms and banged empty. Maybe a snow cone

so you could be sticky-sweet and dropped.

Maybe a genital-faced bivalve to be dashed

with Tabasco and eaten whole or, to his glory,

produce a pearl.