Americana

I hope y’all know.  It’s cool. New year, new me. New season, new me. New month, new me. New week, new me. New day, new me. New hour, new me. Fuck it, you can be new you anytime you want to, any day you want to. Or the same. It don’t matter. Just as long as you’re you. And shit, after all, there’s only two things to be in that world. You’re either wicked or righteous. That’s it, that’s all there is. It’s a simple formula. It’s easiest that way. Complicate it any way we want. Bog ourselves down in minor details. Reason’s why. Why. Why? Strip it all away. Take all the costumes off, take all the fat off, take all the meat off, take all the muscles off. Just the bones of it, the bones of us. We wake up, we live our days. Days full of actions. The young ones are the innocents. So we don’t count them. But as we grow older. We can no longer claim innocent. We wake up. We live our days. Days full of actions. And if we are of those. Those who have created the time. The time to look back. Look back at our actions. And not just the actions… the actions of ourselves, but the actions of our selves, collectively, our group of selves, our kind, our American kind, actions of our American people, collectively over a period of time. And we see our selves, we see our kind, the actions of our kind. Well… Then we see our actions as only two things. Wicked or righteous. We, Americans are either wicked or righteous. And right now, in this time, in this world, in this year, in 2019…Well, my friends…Just like every other year since her beginning. The wicked rule… We steal land, we pollute, we poison, we discriminate, we put up imaginary borders, we build real walls, we build real prisons, we torture, we electrocute, we lethally inject, we assassinate, we terrorize, we go to war, we rape, we murder, we kill kids, we let our kids die… We are the wicked. Live righteously my friends. 

-The Time Traveler