Rest & Rejuvenation

I greet ye Wednesdaily, mortals! For this Friday, we journey to the Shattered Empire’s Palace of Peace for some REST & REJUVENATION! After a delightful weekend at the faire, we must recuperate our minds & energies! The Palace of Peace promises an evening with no foes, no interruptions, no battles nor Billiens—we may, finally, relax? Find out whether the Palace keeps its promise FRIDAY AT 8PT!

Up on the mountain, we carved out an old-new world, of acceptance, enjoyment, peace, & rejection of the worst of modernity. Mortals of every sort—all sizes, creeds, the full gamuts of gender & sexuality—gathered in defiance of the prevailing atmosphere. Still, I espied a neo-Nazi or two; the odd Odinist tattoo here & there. But they attended quietly, knowing that they found themselves outnumbered, & that on that mountain, in that park, on that weekend, fascism & repression were unwelcome.

Off the mountain, I know, the grinding heel of Jarl Trump began stomping down harder. While pretending to care about another human being, he & his lapdogs barked promises to fully destroy “the left”—meaning, of course, anyone to the left of the king. So, below, find a few pieces of advice, from my over 6000 years of experience, on living through a royal repression:

• Firstly, I know ‘tis a frightening time—but I find it helps to recall that, this particular phase of repression is now TEN YEARS OLD. & traces its roots to an event that just turned TWENTY-FOUR. Little did ye know, ye have been surviving repression, this whole time!

• Secondly, STOP publicly posting every SINGLE errant political thought which enters thy brains, unless ye work as a public commentator or journalist of some sort. Until recently, only UTTER MADMEN created LENGTHY PAPER TRAILS of their every allegiance & grievance. “Oh ho,” I hear ye retort, “I am to be SILENCED?” Nay, not silenced, ye simply ought to not fling out all thy most dangerous thoughts into textual permanence, unless ye have a specific actionable goal in mind. For, the First Amendment’s illusion finally has been dispelled, & Jarl Trump’s legions of crazed followers—both with badges & without—now seek to obliterate or arrest any who publish thoughts they find upsetting. & thus,

• Thirdly, ye MUST NOT LET THEM ARREST YE. Each mortal yanked off the street into one of America’s rotting Hellhole gaols, is a mortal no longer in the main battle. Aye, if they truly wish to arrest ye, they will find a way—but it must be avoided, & ye certainly must not make it easy for them! If, say, ye were a member of a group called “Crabnifa,” there is no reason for ye to make public postings about being part of the group, unless that is thy job. Continue the work offline, in secret, with nothing attaching it to thy truename. & thus,

• Fourthly, LEARN TO KEEP SECRETS. Went to a protest? KEEP IT SECRET. Had a Crabnnifa meeting? POST NOTHING—NOT THE PLACE, NOR THE TIME, NOR THE ATTENDEES. Policemen, town guards, Puritans—they are lazy, to their gummy bones. If they cannot easily find the information through public means, they will generally stop bothering, because there are simply too many people to repress. Be annoying to catch, & ye will be hard to catch.

• Fifthly, KEEP OTHERS’ SECRETS. If the town guard come to thy door, knocking, asking after a neighbor’s parentage? ANSWER NOT. If a witch-finder sends ye a letter, asking ye to visit the chapel & answer some questions about the local witch? ANSWER NOT. If an ICE pig, huffing & puffing, asks which way his victim went? ANSWER NOT. Ye have no legal obligation to speak to police-men of any stripe; & ye have a moral obligation, not to assist repression.

• Sixthly, finally, for this round: REMAIN ON THE PATH. The whirlwind collapse of the Imperium Americum, chaotic & violent though it may be, will end. All empires end, & little did ye know, ye have been surviving an imperial collapse, this whole time! & we must not now, at this crucial juncture with the finish in sight, quit the race. They must not intimidate us into withdrawing, nor into compliance, nor into meek acceptance of their screeching lie that America will somehow be “great again.” They will try, in the death throes of this rotted kingdom, to wound or kill as many as they can reach. We must be nimble, & swift, & mindful. We must not place our heads into the ailing wolf’s jaws, daring it to chomp.
  
  For there is much work to be done—after all, we have a future to build.
  
  So DO NOT GET ARRESTED FOR WORTHLESS TWEETS ABOUT CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK, IS WHAT I BEG OF YE

Thank ye for reading, mortals! & thank ye to the generous mortals who can & do support our works here with coin!

I hope ye shall join us Friday at 8PT for REST & REJUVENATION! After so many hard weeks surveying the Shattered Empire, so many close brushes with DOOM, one peaceful week is not too much to ask…yes? Let us hope! ‘Til then—be safe, be well, & remember, as we told our audiences this weekend: WIZWORLD IS FOREVER…& fascism, is NOT.

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Leaving a Paper Trail Intentionally Esoteric & Chaotic & Impossible for Any Brainless Cop to Parse