Sinking Into the Sunset

 The blog slowly goes the way of the dinosaur.

It's not a popular way of correspondence anymore. At least for getting social media attention.

I see my view numbers plummeting. I might get a few more by linking to different social media sites.  
But it's not significant.

Does having a picture help? Marginally, but often not worth the time to find and add it to the post.

How about a family connection? Oh, it might boost it a bit.

The only things that seem to matter are accidentally using a commonly Googled phrase and having the post shared on more frequently visited sites. The blog story Authentic Frontier Gibberesh has received 114,000 views, over 100,000 more than its closest rival.

I'm beginning to understand that I might get a larger response if I posted directly on Facebook and other sites. Even if long, they might get more responses.

It's also a factor that many who are pro-conman either have been algorithmed out, or just scroll past. The people who often need to see them the most...don't. And in our divided media world, nothing I say or do would move them even if they accidentally saw it.

Look at the most recent scandal, Signalgate. The dictator-supporters are STILL, to this day, answering with...BUT HER EMAILS! Anything to not have to deal with the truth of what they have wrought.

It's hard to be optimistic. I'm not sure how we get out of this. Part of me (perhaps the largest part) feels like it's too late. So what if they wake up now? Elections are over in this country. They will either not exist, or be shams like they are in other dictatorial countries, like Hungary and Russia.

And yet...

...as we sink into the sunset, I an not ready to completely surrender. I see Independent Progressives on the horizon, like AOC and Jasmine Crockett, led by our modern day John the Baptist, Bernie Sanders, and I can only hope that when the sun finally rises again, they will be there to lead us to the promised land, a world of hope and freedom, a world where children do not starve, where minorites are not presecuted, where healthcare is a right and a living wage is sacred, where empathy and kindness dominate over intolrance and hate.

To the one or two dozen that actually read this, thank you. And I will try to do better by you with stronger themes and more cogent arguments.

The sun continues to set on democracy, but I will not go quietly into the night. I will continue to speak out through these dark and dangerous times. My voice may be diminished, my communication methods may not be hep and modern enough. But I will not stop.

Even if all I can do is scratch out a warning on a Guantanamo cell, I will do that rather than surrender.

I am not optimistic, but I am not silenced.

The sun sets.

But it also rises.

T. M. Strait

AOC '28.