I watched a documentary with my ex-wife (the racist who swung the machete) about oil smugglers in the Niger delta. Forced to choose between plunder and starvation Some sold sand dug from the riverbed to feed, clothe and school their families
“What is a Woman?” I’m still trying to find out Race Mixing is Communism, so said but person to person, my curiosity is unwounded by taboo what you’re trafficking isn’t my thing
maybe it’s the loss of religion, taught speculate followers of a religion that in their practice isn’t worth the name, lacking a record of careful thought, appreciation of the invisible lines drawn taut between us, the ones the ethnonationalists keep going on about behind the times, fraught concerned with onshoring and offshoring; Ports of entry and supply lines and undocumented labor, caught
Persian gold or Spartan iron you don’t have to choose or be chosen dichotomies collapse models become obsolete paradigms superseded water into wine, rivers into the sea the wonderful abundance of floating loans and voters cheese from France and grain from Ukraine American farmers celebrating autocracies and autocracy over migrant workers of the soil, talking dollars a bushel in the same market as rice paddy farmers in Vietnam who probably use drones, not too far from Ho Chi Minh and the various killing fields of the Asian twentieth century experience we don’t allow them here anymore
My body, my choice: My shipments from China How dare you interdict? Olives from Italy and Israel; Napoli pizza in central Illinois 99% of problems can be solved with a seating chart.