September 20--My Last Glimmer of Hope Is Gone

Now, matters are worse.  --Yoda

    I painted this back in November when the election, I see in hindsight, definitely precipitated the ruin of the U.S. as we know it. I titled the painting "A Small Thread of Hope in the Chaos." 

    I look at it now with a smirk, feeling like that thread has disintegrated. Until last week, I had no idea who Charlie Kirk was. Now in the aftermath of his killing, all hope in me is gone. If you thought the pandemic was bad, I would say, "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Only eight months into Trump's term in office, there is absolutely no credibility left in the government. Greed, corruption, violence and stupidity have consumed us.  

    "Contact your representatives," they say. I live in Kansas, a bright red state, where every rep is a blind Trump supporter who doesn't give a shit about anything a non-supporter might care about. 

    The greed, corruption, violence and stupidity are a giant black hole sucking us all in. I am embarrassed to be a U.S. citizen. 

    I'm sorry for the downer post. Hopefully having vented this, I will be able to come up with a more positive outlook in the future. 

        Leta