I’m at some remove, being in Colorado where the full force of Trump’s attack on our freedoms hasn’t truly begun but we’re just waiting. As the untrained, uneducated, and at times unhinged thugs he hired as his gestapo grow increasingly willing to murder American citizens in public and on camera there is a tightness in the air around us.

Don’t read the comments could be a prayer as well. If you want your soul to die read a story about a fellow citizen being murdered by a federal agent and then see the long line of mental gymnastics people will do to make it ok.

Nothing here is ok.

We are watching the death of the country we were born into and even worse, the dream of the future. Everything is being sold to the highest bidder as fast as he can get his greedy little hands on it. A wealth of environmental beauty torn apart to feed the endless hunger of a man who will never have enough.

Some of the people are fighting but others are embracing this madness. Then there are the ones who love to tell those of us who are fighting that there is no point because we reinforce the machine. What are we supposed to do? Nothing?

No, I am not doing nothing. I am not capable of doing much but when it comes time for me to be dragged to a concentration camp I will have spent the time until then fighting.

I just don’t see how people can’t see it. Then I remember, they probably can.

The fact is, if someone is still bending over backwards to make this administrations action ok then they are the bad guys. They are complicit. They want this.

The number of sirens I hear through my window every night seems to be increasing. I don’t know if that’s just a city responding to an ever increasing tension or if there’s more going on than I can see but it certainly adds to the tightly wound sensation that things are not ok here.

Thank god my Dad is no longer here to see this.