In case anyone was wondering where I stood

Punch Nazis.

I don’t care.

Punch them every time they show their faces in public.  Chase them away from cameras and microphones.  Do whatever the fuck you want to them.  If they want these things to not happen, they can stop being Nazis.  There’s plenty of room to be an asshole without being a Nazi.  Dox them, call their bosses, drive them entirely from public life.

We fought a fucking war over this.  Hell, we fought two.  We won both.  There is no place in civilized society for these fuckers and if I have my way there never will be again.

Tear down monuments to the Confederacy.  Vandalism?  Fuck vandalism.  Every monument to the Confederacy or any Confederate figure on public land in this country should be torn down, melted, refashioned into sewer pipes and sent to Flint.

Never fucking again.

Oh well, whatever, nevermind

If I let even a single syllable of what’s been running through my head the past couple of days out and onto a screen, I’mma have the fucking Secret Service at my door, and I don’t need that kind of aggravation right now.  So instead all of my books are free this weekend— including Balremesh and other stories, for the first time–and here’s a picture of a kitten.

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(Also, if you’ve read any of my books, especially Balremesh, I am explicitly and openly begging for reviews right now.  Seriously.  Please.)

I keep thinking…

…that I should have something to say about the protests at UIC last night.  Other than the obvious, which is that I have never been prouder to be a UIC alumnus.

Then I keep seeing this:  suwpx2jobnn6ruqmg9hd.jpg

…and I just don’t want to.  Because it’s fucking exhausting and it’s depressing and it’s horrible.

And, honestly, because my meds just got switched again, and I’m deep in the “constant exhaustion” phase of changing medications.

But mostly because of the depressing.