there is still love inside me and caring and humor and nurturing and a shard of the divine…yet the unctuous and infected ejaculate that covers our nation will not let me rest
no normalization – no waiting to see – no hoping that it won’t be so bad – no pretense – no forgiveness for intentional stupidity or hubris — compassion, yes: and that is why I roar
©2016 Stuart Dummit – share with pride and respect and credit
©2016 Stuart Dummit (Protopostartistic Artifact – electronic drawing – unsigned)
This is an electronic drawing. It was originally called “Sore Muscle” but I realized that it was speaking to something more than my physical muscles, but my emotional and spiritual ones as well. I place this image here as a reminder to myself that becoming strong is not a static goal, it is a process, just as any status, any state of being. If it becomes still, static, fixed, it is essentially dead and not goal worthy. The undulating, writhing, roiling mass of blood and flesh, sensation and desire must be marshaled and made to service something greater. What, I am not sure.
People I never thought would do it are trying to normalize the Trump “election.” I find this just as bad as supporting him in the first place. They are insinuating that things may not be as bad as “we” thought. No, they will be worse. He is ignorant of how government works hence the actual governing will be done by the Senate, the House of Representatives, and a retro neoCon Supreme Court. Trump’s VP is a Creationist who has urged employers to not hire LGBT persons and wanted to redirect funds meant for assisting persons with HIV/AIDS to Sexual Identity Corrective Programs, Trump’s chief counsel and strategist is an anti-semite conspiracy theorist. The list goes on.
No No No.
I will remind you that, despite disliking the presidency of George W. Bush, his dad, Ronald Reagan, and other conservatives, I accepted them as my president, and I did not fear for the fate of the country, my countrymen, or the world. With Trump, I fear the worst. No. I will NEVER allow this miscreant and torrid organism to be normalized, nor will I smile, tell jokes and play nice. My chest has been rent asunder and my heart and soul and my struggle toward intelligence, enlightenment, and understanding all have been assaulted and a diseased and unctuous pus has been ejected onto my wounded corpse. The acceptance of this willful sin against humanity is even more abhorrent than the ignorant support of it before its implementation. I, with the full force of the courtesy and dignity that I can muster, respectfully request that you walk away from me. I do not want to witness your glib, smug, and embarrassing capitulation to this unfolding terror.
–Stuart Dummit 13 November, 2016 O’Fallon, Missouri USA
I posted the above note on Facebook earlier this evening. Immediately I began to get some positive feedback from some followers. This is just an expression of my feelings about the 2016 American Presidential election and the “business as usual” attitude that many of my acquaintances have adopted. I cannot stand by and do or say nothing. Please feel free to share this if the sentiment rings true to you. Thank you.
- My Heart is Exposed
- My Heart is Exposed: Breached
- My Heart is Exposed: Murdered
- My Heart is Exposed: Alive
There is nothing real here, only the exposure of my heart. The cool pain of nakedness. The fear of discovery. The remorse of trust.
©2016 Stuart Dummit.