Most times, when I sit before my computer, I do so with the intention of continuing writing my book.
That is always the plan. Stay in the world I built. Stay with the characters. Push my story forward. That is my happy place.
Instead, I’m here—again—writing about congressional malpractice and living in a country that feels, in part, like an extension of another government’s will. Writing about something I never intended to spend this much time on (over a decade). Something I never asked to be part of but am forced to because staying silent means I endorse the Israeli U.S. union and their attrocities.
The madness of Washington keeps bleeding into the edges of everything within its sphere of influence. Into the background hum of life. Infecting our lives. Hurting everyday peoples.
A while back, a few years actually, I concluded there’s nothing new to present. It’s all there, in black and white. There are countless brave individuals like Julian Assange who put his live, health and freedom on the line to publish the truth about corruption, lies; atrocities. And he suffered greatly for it at the hands of U.S. and UK.
The lies of American Presidents and Congress aren’t even hidden anymore. The pressure, the threats, the quiet acceptance of the slaughter of children—it’s not subtle. And many world leaders absorb it. Repeat it. Pass it down. Entire populations are left to live with the consequences—exposure to foreign powers via technology, instability, economic suffering, the slow erosion of anything resembling normal life.
There’s a mind sickness in Washington. I wrote about this many years ago, when even then I had not a full understanding of what my government had done and were continuing to do year in and year out. You can hear it in their language, see it in their decisions, watch it ripple outward through every official voice that follows the script. It’s not isolated. Its a mind virus gone viral.
And then there’s the part that should be unthinkable, even in the narcissist, nefarious bubble that Trump exploits from—the religious framing layered over it. Not subtle. Not metaphor. Direct. Spoken out loud:
“Our troops, our American warriors, deserve the credit for this day, but God deserves all the glory.”
—Hegseth
That’s where we are.
Not just policy. Not just war. But God wrapped around it—certainty, righteousness, something that starts to look less like governance and more like religious extremism that can’t be questioned.
I didn’t sit down to write this.
I sat down to continue drafting my book. A science fiction novella.
