Horror Movie

You can't look away. 

You don't look away. It's pointless. It feels like September 11 all over again, except this time, it was expected. In some ways it was more horrific. Another spectacle of a different kind. 

I tried to change the channel, but they were all the same. The beefed-up pomp and circumstance. The goose stepping. The one-armed salute. The air kiss. The big hat. The family that look like they come from the stock character bullies from a John Hughes movie. The signature that looks like part of an ECG tape. The knowledge that the amount of hairspray used would have put an even bigger dent in the ozone layer, not that environmental considerations have anything to go by the chant of "Frack, frack, frack" that went around the building. 

And you can't turn it off. You can't look away. Like all good horror movies, the surreal nature of it all is astounding. You want to know what happens next. You can't look away. 

This toddler on a power trip has the nuclear codes.

And America is no longer a democracy. It's a full-blown oligarchy. Fun. 

It's awful. 

But the one thing that gives me some hope is that when things like this happen, people get creative. 

Really. Think of Bugger Up. The White Rose resistance group. Martin Luther King. Eddie Mabo and Vincent Lingari. The Simpsons. 

Noisy and creative is the way to go. 

So, Meta has removed access to the hashtags for words like Democrats, Gay and Trans, just to name a few. I'm sure they're going to come for #transrightsmatter and the like soon, making it more difficult to find dissenting content. 

It's very scary. 

But you can't look away. 

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