I am a communist. The deviant is the deviant because the law does not mean him. Or his vast army of toadies. The deviant deviates from the processes through which people are assigned a social identity as deviants by other homo sapiens. The deviant does scare me. There is one thing the deviant, himself, is fearful of: Words. He has no command of words. He wants you to believe two things: #1.) He is actually god, and god does not want us to have heath care, cars, speech, food, courts, education, rights, planes, or say bad words about Vladimir. Has anyone noticed that people are disappearing. They are simply not showing up. What happened. Do you lock your doors at night. Do you think a locked door is going to save you. You have just won a one-way ticket to Beautiful El Salvador.
Americans do not believe that the deviant is coming for them. To kill you. To kill me. To kill your children. To kill my children. To just kill, kill, kill. NYT will push me into the street again for articulating reality. Like I care. Your deviant is not my deviant. I suppose the little people are supposed to stand by silently as the deviant kills us. Call it the wrath of God. The deviant is a cash cow pornography. These old white men cling with their claws and the amount of breathless awe NYT gives them is obscene. You can deny corruption. Who cares what you deny. #2.) In order to kill you, they have to burn the forest down. To find you. Throw your phone into the river. Hide. Or get on the plane.
