Maybe I’m Crazy

January 16th, 2026

What’s crazy to me is that Jesus Christ was killed by the state for embodying and promoting such traitorous and terroristic behaviors as loving thy neighbor, no matter who that neighbor is.

What’s crazy to me is I have spent my whole life listening to people tell me that they needed their guns over our children’s safety in order to fight the government if need be and they are nowhere to be found.

What’s crazy to me is that we’re expected to keep living some version of a normal life when the federal government has all but declared war on us and our state in particular.

What’s crazy to me is that this is probably what life in Germany was like in the forties: unaffected people generally lived their normal lives while the Gestapo knocked on doors and hurt their neighbors and tore families apart and murdered people.

What’s crazy to me is that the same people who defied federal orders during the height of the pandemic because they felt they were unconstitutional are now telling us to just comply to unconstitutional federal orders and everything will be okay.

What’s crazy to me is that people think the United States can do something about Iran, when it’s clear that Iran is in the position it’s in because of the United States, and if the situation in Venezuela has reminded us of anything, it’s that the United States government does and takes whatever it wants and isn’t that interested in freedom or democracy, here or abroad.

What’s crazy to me is how many people have abandoned morality and continue to twist themselves into cognitive knots to justify any of this.

But what isn’t crazy to me is how many sane, kind, brilliant, courageous, beautiful people have stood up to say something, do something, be something.

What isn’t crazy to me is how easy it’s been to quietly cut online ties with people in my life. If you think that’s harsh, I’ll just have to disagree with you and declare: this is my line.

What isn’t crazy to me is that we’re not being quiet about our descent into fascism, and that art, past and present, has been a light that refuses to dim.

I don’t know what else to do but to keep aiming the light of my words on what’s happening here. It’s not too late, by the way: to change your heart or mind or direction. Love you all; stay connected and stay safe.