Donald Trump has been president for only a few days, and already I am starting to feel unsafe (or rather even less safe) in my own country. The federal government appears to have been commandeered by the worst of the worst kind of people out there. I'm really not sure what to do about it, or if there's anything at all I can do. I suspect there isn't. So instead, I'm trying to figure out what I can do to protect myself and the ones I love as best I can.
To that end, in addition to some real-life measures, I have redoubled my efforts at decentralizing my online presence. It seems like the only way forward is to push past the gutters of social media and let others come to me. Let them email me. Let them find me on a defederated forum. Let them work for it. I think I am owed that much, at least. To that end, we have this website, and this blog.
Now it isn't going to be all doom and gloom and silly proclamations. I hope to share news of my projects here, stories and pictures of our pets, musical experiments. It should be fun! We will have fun.
That's all from me for today. Tune in periodically for further, funner updates.
Ta-ta,
Drolltergeist
For many years of my life, probably from early teenagerhood until my late twenties, my religious beliefs existed in a state of tremendous, untenable flux. I had my first crisis of faith at fourteen, whereupon I discarded the Protestantism of my family for a particularly obnoxious sort of antitheism. It was the kind of nonbelief that only a snotty contrarian can sustain for long, and predictably, I lacked the venomous nature to keep its edges keen.