Willfully In The Dark

       It is I again. I guess I should have explained something about myself, I don’t know if I ever addressed this, I hate fucking politics. I write about them sure, but I don’t love anything about the process. I stay informed, but I’m not a fan.

      It’s a necessity, not something I enjoy. It helped ruin a friendship, someone I loved liked a brother, it helped destroy a songwriting partnership. Because, I woke up from a 33 year party, and realized some lines had been crossed.

      Worst of all it didn’t get any better, when I got sober. I’m talking about, Joey G, of course. I had to go through the 2016 election, wasted on booze, knowing my friend is in love with the enemy.

      The arguments were brutal, I’m stubborn by nature, but arguing with a Taurus. He’s one bullheaded son of a bitch. That tested my patience, and most of all he knew what buttons to push. Then he’d say: “Why you so fucking triggered, brother? Stop being a snowflake!”

      I just wanted to ram his head into the wall, to wipe that smug fucking grin off his face. But, I’m a peaceful man, and picturing it in my head would have to suffice.

      Truly, I’m an open book about most things, so he knew what he was doing. Once, he started reading, Glenn Beck, the writing was on the wall. But, it got worse when he started listening to, Alex Jones.

      He bought the supplements this fucking snake oil salesman was peddling. Got into bug-out bags, and insane rightwing conspiracy theories. Had to carry his gun everywhere, he was sucked into it like a video game that turned real in his head.

      But you know how I bring facts, folks. What happens when confronted with facts? Denial, is what happens. Like the cult leader he adores, there is no accountability in being wrong, the motherfucker doubles down. Sound familiar?

      Jan, 6th was Antifa. Soros, paid people to act like these cowards. Are you fucking kidding me? But you’re probably content when it’s the dear leaders sidekick. It’s fine to do, what he accuses the other side of doing.

      Luckily, I wasn’t talking to him when this election went down. It’s possible I’d be dead if I’d stayed around. Because if his downward spiral wasn’t bad enough, I have high blood pressure because of that first go around.

      I do believe I’d have succumbed to a heart attack or possibly a stroke, if I had to go through that a second time. He would have finished the fucking job.

      So ending our friendship was survival on my part. As politics are only a part of the puzzle. I didn’t know him anymore, I don’t know that I ever did. If he can be so easily swayed. I don’t claim to be without fault, but I listened to him. He didn’t return the favor.

      We know how this cult works, people. Manipulation and propaganda over time, will persuade even the downtrodden. If you don’t believe me, ask yourself one question.

      How the fuck does a person barely holding on in the working class, blame the poor, and trust a billionaire to fix the problem? CEO’s that own factories, don’t care about their own workers. How in the flying fuck does that translate to a CEO becoming elected to Govern our country like a business.
      
        They're not the same fucking thing, not even the same fucking ballpark. Plus, we’re talking about a guy who bankrupted his own Casino. How in the fuck is that possible? It’s easy when he builds another Casino down the road a bit, because of his fucking uncontrollable greed.

      So he competes against himself, and bankrupts them both. A certified fucking genius, more like a conman, his success is an illusion. “Fuck, Joey! How can you not see through this paper thin flimflam man!”

      I guess it hurts most, because we used to think a like. I’ve changed some, but never my core values. The pain this world is about to go through, you voted for, Joey. The blood is on your hands as well.

      Joey: Damian, what are we going to write that will hopefully help people wake up?

      Me: Just spread truth, that’s all you can do, Joey. Make people aware.

      That was a question he asked a lot. I guess in the end it really didn’t matter what my answer was. He discarded it, like a lyrical phrase he didn’t agree with. I know I have to put this to rest at some point, folks.

      It’s just I’ve never felt so betrayed, by my own observations in reading people. Had I read this future, there would have been no partnership.

      On second thought, fuck that. I moved forward, and I’m better for it. I’m doing things he would be jealous of, because I’m embracing the light. And he remains willfully in the dark.