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We're entering an endgame; the US has committed an open act of war against Venezuela, and the world.
While the newly named Department of War prepares to invade the city of Chicago.
Who could have foreseen such events?
What will tomorrow bring?
I do not want to lament the road which brought us here, I seek to learn from it; as I always have.
And yet, truly, I am tired.
I survived; and I was not supposed to.
While some offered helping hands, others became stepping stones on my road to freedom.
And still freedom is merely choosing the chains by which we are bound.
I wanted to send something out – earlier this week, I sent this letter the directors and leaders at my former place of employ.
Canin Carlos
We still wish to label the nefarious "other" as the enemy, instead of seeing the shadows and silhouettes in our own mirrors.
In many respect I am at a loss; between saint and sacrifice, rarely am I seen as human.
Though in so many respects it makes sense; adopted into a land that was not my own, ever held at arm's length ... a spectacle to be observed, and learned from ... fed more for sport that the show might go on, rather than sheltered until I might become whole.
I could say that I trust in God, but what do those with communities know of any god who would humanity in me?
We have done this to ourselves; but at least I tried to do something else.
My own sense of freedom has me shackled to the continued attempt, to try and do something else.