Projectile Vomit the President
I vomited around 1pm today – the day a man named Trump became the president of the US.
I’ve absorbed the feelings of the people around me and my body has rejected the fear, vitriol, and pride swirling through space.
What do you do when you’ve consumed something that isn’t pure, something that’s toxic, something that doesn’t nourish you, something viral that plans to systematically attack every cell of your body?
Your body knows it shouldn’t be there, so it ejects the offending substance.
I want to eject this money worshiping lost man from the presidency.
It’s difficult to call him a man. A man is meant to be so much more – a protector and provider, never a predator.
Piles of gold do not make a great man.
Popularity does not make a great man.
Trump is not a great man. He is a small man lost in the illusion of power, yet having none.
I want to eject money worshipping everywhere.
I want to eject all the poison-
and mostly poison words and beliefs.
Money worshiping is no different than heroin. People will kill themselves – even each other – to feed the ego. We are all vulnerable. If not money, it is something else.
We must bring each other cool cloths for our necks and rub each others backs while we projectile vomit everything that is not true and nourishing. Then we must give each other love and support to silence the ego that worships poison.