Six years and folks still haven't recognized that our preservation requires the merging of our dual English speaking realities. What are the odds they'll realize the necessity of merging our dual Spanish speaking realities before the inevitable minority majority can be leveraged?

The one, @TiffanyDCross, @rolandsmartin, that had you bothered to read, I'd likely not have felt the need to switch off #CrossConnection this morning out of sheer frustration:

Titling the motivation behind the modern disassembly of American democracy (yet another book-sized bit I simply haven't gotten around to siphoning out my head and dropped into the pensieve for y'all to digest):

The fall of Roe V. Wade is one of two wildcards capable of organically breaching bubble two, smoothing out what might otherwise have become a shitshow this November—the other (surprisingly less likely to breach) wildcard being the paintballing of babies with weapons of war.

#CornholioAndHisBungHole

I wonder if a pair of Babel fish might also be useful for facilitating understanding with regard to the Wittingensteinian language game being played by two individuals that happen to share a common dialect?

There is the amount of clearance one needs to turn against traffic; and, there is the amount of clearance one needs to turn against traffic without being a dick.

When the weight you're deadlifting begins introducing a grip strength factor.

Hopefully feeling myself slip back into writing mode. Time will tell.

Our leaders have failed to solve the extinction problem (see Einstellung effect) because their minds are mechanized to employ political messaging, with which no derivable solution exists. The solution requires worldview rehabilitation for victims of reality fabrication.

When you tear up 'cause Luffy rang a golden bell.

Reminder, none of the age-restricted tweets I've been digging up from last year actually contain sensitive content.

Soon as I figure out where these #January6thCommitteeHearings fit in my worldview, Imma let y'all know. Feel free to share with me how they fit in y'all's.

The kind of email I still ignore 'cause I feel my illustrated essays are more significant (and that eventually y'all will read them).

Don't give up so quick on that last one. Nothing is obfuscated. The callback humor is so bad that it makes you throw up a little on the base if your tongue. It's the proclaiming of comedic talent followed immediately by the demonstratively unfunny that made my mind softly giggle.

Don't look to hard at that last one. Would have a been a great spot for some humorous obfuscation; but, I didn't stick any in there. My heart wasn't in it.

I frequently catch myself thinking I could be a comedy writer, but that my heart wouldn't be in it.

Am I the only one still waiting to learn something new from the #January6thCommitteeHearings?

Working out—Trying to smack the bejesus out of a golf ball with a seven iron—Working out

I've identified a sporadically recurring anxiety I've experienced since deciding to print a book: believing in that which lay in my head so strongly that I fear the freak accident capable of removing me before its release (in which case someone scower my devices and accounts).

Turns out I had a lot more to say last year when I felt my tweets were being viewed. Been a lot more relaxed, however, since I stopped looking at the timeline and slapping reply tweets everywhere folks were f$&king up.

Dammit … I hope I flip back into writing mode soon (I've slipped into knotting mode to make an Apple watch band). Watching the hearings keeps reminding me just how much needs spelling out before the nation's existential crisis reaches its critical phase.

#LastYearToday

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