Too Much Loss

Well how do you prove love?

Or what a man's made of?

I don't make these ambitions mine

I just want him to know

God I miss him so

I kiss his portrait by my bed

And sleep with his old stuff

I have regrets, and most I can forget

But one stays with me like an arm

No matter where I am

I feel like Abraham

I put the blade inside its sheath

And wish it were a bluff

This Abe has had enough

-Eddie from Ohio, Abraham

It's a week that ends with the ever-widening conversation among the educated and sufficiently liquid.

"Where are you planning to go?"

"Have you looked at X country's golden visa/digital nomad requirements?"

Because it's over, this democratic experiment. And Dear Leader suggests he's coming for us to avenge the death of a racist, misogynistic troll. They're giving the SOB a state funeral. The Vice F*cking President will serve as a pallbearer.

And they've captured a suspect, the governor of Utah promising to seek the death penalty and the director of the FBI referring to the vengeance of the law. It's never supposed to be about vengeance, but here we are.

As for me, I find myself this morning thinking of his parents, and tearing up at what their moment must feel like right now. They enabled a lot of this, appear to have engaged in a lot of gun nuttery. That makes it that much worse. They'll likely live to see the state strap their little boy to a post and shoot him dead like an animal. I'm a father of three sons, step to another I think hangs the moon, and father in all but biology to a fifth. The thought is almost more than I can bear.

What is wrong with us?