Letter to My Dad, Friday, March 13, 2026

I think I'm going to stop organizing. People want society to be a dystopian panopticon? Cool. Have at it. People want cops to deal with mental health crises? Great, be my guest. Rekindle the Hitler Youth? Hey, it's America, baby, you do you.

And when people inevitably get upset and say, "why didn't you stop it? why didn't you warn us?" I'll just be like--"I did it until I ran out of energy. Where were y'all?"

I am tired of fighting against scores people who earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year to be obstructionist lumps. I earn like $30k a year, and if y'all hadn't bought this place, I'd be living in a tent. Even then, $30k doesn't go very far. I'm tired of fighting losing battles and people saying, "well, thank goodness you're fighting it, or else it would be worse." Maybe it should be worse. Maybe nothing will change for the better until it gets unfathomably worse.

Hope you're having a more optimistic day than I am.