seriously, Dmitry

so i won't wish me' darlin' peeps a "happy new year," in as much as those of you who know me know, it's not in my druthers to willfully add to the mined and pummelled (in two apparently competing flavours,) funhouse funnelled, sugar coated simmering of bloated delusion the mainstream boasts of soaking its sorted and toasted faith based followers in, and, obviously,

time itself being based on narrative illusion,
no arbitrarily declarative "year"
could possibly be "new."

but i did want to go and share this fabulously optimistic pithy remark i picked up from one of my frowned upon, unAmerican sources, wherein the Deputy Chairman of the Security Council under that ultimate in cartoonish evil's unpeopled steeples,

who haven't yet accepted that resistance is futile,

bizarrely objecting to base reviling's piling
weapons on their borders year after year,
insulting them at every opportunity,
religiously refusing to engage in diplomacy,
and zealously fomenting vicious coups
amoungst their nearest neighbours,

having (naturally enough) therefore
been summarily reduced
by our dictated press
in America's skewed dearth
of reality banality

from a hundred and forty four

million living and breathing human beings
into
a single demonised super villain
who lays awake at night
hating us for our freedom​™,

Dmitry Medvedev, (as i was saying before i musingly digressed)

observed just yesterday that ​for Russia,
there will be no restoration
of normal relations with the West
for years or even decades to come:

"from now on we will do without them until a new generation of sensible politicians comes to power there​."

seriously, Dmitry,
do you honestly expect

a SENSIBLE crop to sprout

in the domination addicted,
respect for others interdicted,

moral compass smashed,
humanitied connection
relentlessly dashed,

memory hole pocked,
the very notion
of
responsibility mocked,

Hollywood crowned thy good
and
camel stye stocked,

unprofitable progress
dependably blocked,

imaginary sky god
belligerence blessed
and
audience identification
puppetry caressed
with
a self-focused zeitgeist that has to be best,

utterly reflectionless West?

- Evan Hawthorn,


(on the very latest "first day" he's happened thus far to come upon.)