Last Saturday as the proud boys rally was getting underway and the city of Portland felt at war, I lost my cool. My YouTube autoplayed Old Man River by Paul Robeson after a friend shared a clip from the 1960s musical Cabaret, and I was filled with righteous and angry ire and fire against all those who oppress me. Trump, McConnell, the GOP, the US military. I unleashed a torrent of lightning bolts, careening from my hands like a Palpatine, striking, killing, threatening, damaging, and destroying those that oppress me.
Soon after this event, I “died” and went down into Hades, but I was mocked as not being a real dead person, a “neverdie.” I learned later that I had been put in a cosmic “penalty box” until the actual magik fully worked. I had to pay a short restriction for my unilateral action, and because I had attacked so many. But I’ve also been told my act was justified.
So here we are