A Battle Of The Mind and Soul
Sense Enough to Know It I am not a Democrat. I am not a Republican. I am not an American. I got sense enough to know it. I am not a student of much of anything except what the bodies taught me, Gaza, Fallujah, the silence after, the applause during. I watched them vote for it. I watched them not vote against it. I watched them change their profile picture and call it resistance. I got sense enough to know the difference. They ask me why I'm angry like anger is the diagnosis, like the wound is the problem and not the thing that made it. I am not angry. I am accurate. There is a difference between a man who cannot control his fire and a man standing in an actual fire telling you precisely how hot it is. I walk among them daily. I learned their language, the small talk, the weather, the sports team, the careful nothing of it. This is not connection. This is archaeology. I am excavating the minimum viable surface so that I can survive the excavation. My humanism says: they are still hu...
