Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Pierwalker Log: February 19, 2019

Writing start: 10:07 A.M.
Finish: 2:07 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 700
Edited (est.): 4000

1. Failure: Off

2. Book Three Melody: Off

3. Ant Story: Read-through of chapter five

4. Fractalverse V5: Off

5Rapscallion: 300 new words
Notes: I will do a complete read-through of what I've written to this point to coalesce plot points.

6. LOTR: 400 new words
Notes: I'm having fun with this chapter.

7. Angel: Book Three: Off till 2/27

8. T-Bag: Read-through of chapter four

Special Projects:  Work on "Becoming" later if time permits
Notes: I'm definitely past halfway on this project.

Extra notes: Hey, everybody, Bernie Sanders is running for president. O joy, O joy. The Bernie bros. and the Bernie bots are probably engaged in a semi-arid, definitely past one's prime, overly verbal, not-at-all divisive or intransigent, very white 69 right now.

And no, you can't un-see that mental image. Sorry.

Just clean up after you refuse to quit or concede to his inevitably superior competition, won't you sad sacks? Thanks.


No candidate will get my vote unless that candidate commits explicitly and loudly to the Green New Deal and Medicare For All. That candidate will also have to commit explicitly and loudly to criminal justice reform, gun reform, ending gerrymandering, getting money out of politics, working to end racial and financial inequality, women's rights, expanding voting access, and holding to account Trump and his illegitimate SCOTUS pick in Kavanaugh.

Right now, if I had to pick, it would be between three candidates, one of whom has yet to jump into the race. They are Kamala Harris, Elizabeth Warren, or Beto O'Rourke. Any of those would make a great president. Of the rest, I'm going to take a wait-and-see attitude.*

Oh. And one more requirement. No candidate I end up voting for will take a single red cent from corporate PACS or the like. Not a single red cent.

*If by some unholy event Sanders is the Democratic nominee, I will vote for him, yes. I won't do it happily, however; and I won't do it thinking he's going to be better than the Orange Ass Boil. There's a disturbingly large chance he won't be. But at this stage of the game a hail Mary is better than shoving the ball in your mouth and hoping you won't have to suffocate long before death mercifully takes you.


The time for Revolution is here, folks. Or ... it's not. If not, we as a species die off, likely before the turn of the next century. If that Revolution is to come, then it must ignite and spread worldwide right fucking now if we are to stand even a small chance. Young people like the wonderful Greta Thunberg know this.

This is a moral choice; a right or wrong choice. Equivocating is immoral. Fence-sitting is immoral. Choosing to do nothing to help is immoral. Choosing to side with the Trumps and Putins and corporations and deniers is grotesquely immoral.

Do I sound all judgy-judge? Good. I want to. Deal with it.


What kind of future do I want? The kind where moments like these become not only possible but probable.

You have yourself a good evening.