Walking downtown in the frozen tundra of my consciousness, I blindly move across intersections. I have entered my own personal Dexit with a hole in my heart and wish to remain autonomous inside my soul. No one enters while I repair the drawbridge. Apparently walls are the new orange which was the new black but has now become non-brown…white walls going up with rivets inserted with giant hammers as big as 
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The Populist Exit Contagion has begun full swing with the second largest in the EU jumping first. I fell into darkness last night with the slow realization of xenophobia overtaking the civilized world like molasses pouring over my hair to reach my scalp in a Sam Peckinpah slo-mo. I visited Europe at exactly this time one year ago for a month. I spent most of my time in Brussels though I had a lovely week in northern Italy (Friuli), with the entire trip bookended by travel through Reykjavik, Iceland. Um. pre-wall Europe…So glad I’m not there now, but I feel for my friends who are stuck with:
“Victoire de la liberté!” declared Marine Le Pen, the leader of France’s far right National Front party. Several of her right wing counterparts (Geert of Netherlands and Matteo of Italy among others) throughout Europe called for their own anti-immigration, xenophobic LEAVING of the EU. It matters not that financial markets tumble from the repercussions.
We have The Donald (not Donald Tusk, mind you, President of the EU) but rather our own version of a human creamsickle who was seemingly not fired up on all (af)fronts as he flew off to Scotland to applaud his wealth with his family in a bizarre speech about the green of his golf courses and the lighthouse landmark at the ninth hole. {really?}
By the way…read this article that I mentioned previously. The names in it should wake you up as much as the Trump. They are all right-wing, populist loons poised to take over as they spark controversy in their respective election campaigns. Imagine the G8 in one year… Oh, and what’s with my Isosceles Trapezoidal title? How does “…a convex quadrilateral with a line of symmetry bisecting one pair of opposite sides” ring to you?
Yeah…What Mark Morford wrote here: “When Fear Wins: Brexit, the vicious cautionary tale.“
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When you get a chance, listen below to a song still in the works that I’m co-writing in the cloud with a wonderful human down in San Diego. The lyrics are my personal rant against the world. Seems this song could have verse lyrics on any number of topics. Since it’s “in the rough” perhaps I should make several versions like the Colorforms play sets I remember as a kid. Just mix and match any lyric you like with the chorus that shouts: “Cray – Cray – Cray ZY”. (Colorforms – the first plastic-based creative toy)