In donnieLand One it was with dread that I looked at my iPhone every morning.
"What has that squirrel screwed up overnight?" was my daily start-of-day chant.
There was always a lot.
And rage always ensued.
It's different now.
I never look at my morning iPhone anymore.
Since it's impossible to avoid the daily seepage of catastrophic incompetence, hatred, thuggishness, stupidity, racism, corruption - oh well, that's enough for now - I get my daily dose of donnieLand Two every morning in a manner that can only be described as osmotic.
Some permeable information membrane gets saturated, and I am osmosed into composite daily disaster.
It probably starts when I am still asleep.
There is no rage anymore.
Rage has been replaced with a deep, unerasable sense of shame and futility: shame for Ameria and futility of resisting.
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