Dear you,

Writing quickly on a latish Sunday night here in Seagrove Beach, FL. So much to say about my current entanglements (yes, I am under contract to sell my condo and buy a townhome and dealing with all the bullshit related to that), but all that "me" stuff is overshadowed by the bigger and more critical issue of all that "we" stuff.

The "we" stuff? An administration that is rapidly and somewhat successfully demolishing a federal government. An administration that just a few days ago spoke openly about prosecuting/abolishing entities (universities, law firms, media outlets, and oh yes, PEOPLE,) who speak honestly in opposition to him and his DOGE-ness.

Yes, that. And several days ago (or perhaps weeks ago, time is flying) we all got to enjoy the advice from one of Trump's minions  on Fox News claiming this economic stress is a good thing, because, yes, we should all be raising chickens in our own back yards!  Shall we reply, retort, by explaining not everyone has the skill or time to care for chickens or (more relevantly) not everyone has a fucking back yard?

It is patently clear to anyone with a functioning brain that Trump is channeling the game plan of all authoritarians. Shut down media that speaks truth to power, instill fear in the population that resistance is futile, and when the people are in pain, tell them it is their fault, because they didn't plan ahead and buy chickens. Or a backyard.

As I said, I am writing quickly because I just need to get something down, something said, during these days of deplorable deluge and attempts to enforce despair. Having said something, I sign off with this:

Resist despair and do NOT obey in advance.

Carry on, my lovelies.

Always here,

Joyce