Thursday 5/30/24
Was up late--wrote a whole new story.
Back at it now--writing an op-ed about the Negro Leagues.
Glanced at Facebook this morning. Not uncommon to take a quick look as eyes are adjusting to being open again. See this woman I'm friends with. No idea who she is. I'm not on there for grab-ass. I'm not anywhere for grab-ass.
In her bio, it just says, "Writer/Activist." So typical of these frauds. She's like fifty. Never been paid for this writing and doesn't really do much of any of it. The activism is covered by her use of filters on her assorted profile pictures over the years. She supports all of the things. She sure does.
Many of her other photos of are of her frequent expensive vacations. All of it is right on the nose of who these fakers and dilettantes really are. What I have for these people is more than hate. It's something else. If my soul could vomit, these people would cause it to do so. She's probably working hard on some great writing herself right now.
You have a fraud who is bad at the thing she hardly does. Now, you tell me: What do you think will happen in terms of support if she posts something stupid from something she wrote or announced that she opened a new Word document because she was feeling inspired? That's right--200 people like this are going to hit that like button. Because this is how the world is and how it works: People are only going to support things and people that suck. We can only be insincere. And when we can only be insincere, that means what we praise and what we pretend is great, admirable, and worth supporting is going to be the things we don't honestly believe are any of those things and in truth the opposite.
Steady rain this morning. Not hard. But has a certain thrum to it in the quiet. You can hear it pick up over the course of thirty or forty-five seconds, before becoming again what it had been, but there's this consistency within and to a morning rain like this.
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