The time has come to rise up against fascism in all its forms. Even in its sweet little, down home, country style. Fascism can look a bunch of different ways. If you work in an office building, you are already likely accustomed to fascism’s hallmarks. There are the trivial kinds, like being forced to use toilets designed for something other than human beings, on a daily basis, day after day after day; the poorly maintained stalls that were not designed by anyone with any care for what experience it might bring and which could possibly be the reality for a person, a lifer, for dozens of years. That would be the worst tragedy, to portray life on Earth as it is presented by small-minded simpletons who are too busy being fat and stupid and greedy and lazy and dumb.

Thank the Earth for mushrooms!!! And marijuana! And other types of antidotes to these miseries that are portrayed incessantly as the only way to live in such a busy, complex world, surely beyond the understanding and enjoyment of the common person.