Taking money and jobs, really looking for your soul.

28 days and screw musk.

I know, it’s a common story, but it’s haunted my thoughts since it happened. Did I have the right answer when I was asked by my Sunday school teacher, “If you were held in a death camp, what would you do? Would you have acted differently?” I took the question to mean, “Would you go quietly?” Stutthof pictured above.

I knew that people were held, starved and likely killed by gas in camps. Weakened by starvation and isolation, in my very young mind urging the fight to survive, thinking survival should oveyrwhealm all else. Band together, plan surprise. Fight back, kill. Win.

Now, thinking of ICE and the plans, but worse,… the reports. I read of a man taken and simply lost in the system that isn’t a system. It’s a smash and grab. In court today, fingers crossed.

Bigotry and antisemitism, racism in general creates a shame for the abused. Well, if you weren’t black, or Jewish or left handed, I’d feel much better about you. Unlikely to speak up louder in the future. A silenced voice is a frustrated voice. The silencing is begging you to fight, it’s bait. The fight it’s thought, will soil your soul.

Offered as a few from the article words reminiscent of what Trump says about Palestinians in Gaza as Trump wants to make a “beautiful place for them to live… words below are about a death camp. Here is the entire article about Stutthof.

“Its history is bound up with Nazi Germany’s expansion into Eastern Europe and the detestable dreams of Lebensraum (“living space”) for ethnic Germans at the expense of Slavs, Jews, and Roma.”

Horrifying, repugnant, who’s going to stop him?

Thou shalt not kill.

Thou shalt not bear false witness against your neighbor.

It finally occurs to me seeing it for the first time, having only stories and memories and the haunted eyes of survivors to inform me, why people didn’t fight more, harder, is the deep commitment to one’s knowledge of who one is. Morality and ethics lead one to intellect and the discussion of the worldly but the commandments are different. There’s no discussion. One must turn one’s back on themselves to break these commandments. One must lose their very soul perhaps. Giving up on one’s mortal frame rather than cross another line of degradation. Dignity cannot be taken, only given.

We know maga is a death cult. No masking and ivermectin to the rescue and won’t rescue them from Trump unless they have enough money. Give enough transactional stuff to the monster to leave them alone, become the sole support for the broke ass con man living on their dime buying crypto. It’s the rich maga’s that gave buckets of money compared to the ones that buy sneakers now.

It didn’t work but not for lack of trying. Perhaps there’s still time.

Not much more to offer today but contempt for the people that made it, let it get so bad. Those who knew Trump was bad for our country and voted anyway for their own pocket. Those who didn’t care, those who were more selfish than needy.

Barron is a good one to keep an eye on.

There were lots and lots of “camps” during WWII. Wow the Soviet Union looks so close to Europe here. Maps are funny that way.

The outfits they gave,…

Tattoos were made for identification or numbers were burned into flesh. My friends mom had one on her right upper arm. She even sometimes wore sleeveless tops, not showing them purposefully except one day I was prompted to ask her about it. She was a child in the camps, she said.

Mrs. Weissmuller survived the camp and she was also not ashamed that it had happened to her. Not proud, but offered a look of the still readable numbers so I would know.

That man in the middle in the photo from Stutthof, looking straight into the camera… His soul is still there. I’m sure of it. I see terror, disgust in others faces, but men, with humanity inside them. Do their keepers? Backs are turned to the photographer.

Not a message to comply or give Trump or Musk or the rotten GOP party anything. Not saying that. Now looking fro the IRS info. Where’s his? Well past that now.

And lastly, every day a new low. Hope is a muscle of the soul.

“Hope is an active capacity that can be strengthened and exercised through conscious effort.” How large is your capacity for hope?

The more evil I see the more my level of hope rises to meet it. I will fill my soul with goodness so I cannot lose it.

Thanks for being here. I wouldn’t be here without you.

❤️