Michael Moore , are you ok? Let’s do lunch . It’s on me .

( I have your next angle )

My open letter to Michael Moore;

I know it’s probably too soon and may be a bit opportunistic or insensitive, but I know you; and neither of us stay down long .

I want to catch you before you get up off the floor from the gut punch.

Before you formulate, calculate or come out of the gate with some kind of post game analysis without a significant amount of reflection, and start digging another grave.

It’s time for a course change.

It HAD to happen this way.

That whole Kamala thing had spun out of control and just so you know, it started to resemble a Jim Jones kool-aid thing , a whirling dirvish dust storm , a frenzied stirred up maniacal force of people whose faces looked like a cartoon version of the Scream if you even dare mention the Great Pumpkin.

The media pundits were like possessed fanatics dosing out fear and desperation like a Dr. writing prescriptions for opiates to numb the pain and keep them coming back for more.

And they did.

Your followers who trusted everything they heard , swallowed those pills and became addicted and blindsided by fear.

While I’m not a Trump fan, or religious for that matter, I see him as the plague god has sent to tear down that Tower of Babel, and yes I’m mixing biblical metaphors.

It was gaslighting and misleading to some of the best people I don’t even think I like anymore.

I’m not talking about a redo, a rebranding or a facelift.

You have 69 million disillusioned people who have been hung out to dry.

Now , unfortunately, many will continue to follow the daisy lined woke path and won’t notice the ashes from a burning human incinerator dimming the sun, unless they begin to fall in their own yard and start giving their designer dog allergies.

They will keep sporting BLM signs in their yards even though there isn’t a person of color within a 100 mile radius, get upset when the Mexican restaurant is suddenly short staffed , get their annual calendar from the Humane Society and show off a Planned Parenthood sticker on their Suburu.

Their biggest frustration of the day will be that the health food store is out of mushroom coffee or the bookstore ran out of signed copies for their book study .

But many are my friends ; good decent humans, ones who also have the stickers, drink Matcha and drive the Subaru but are the real deal and they hate what’s happening in Gaza but they were told they had to make a choice .

These are salt of the earth humans. I would give them my last gummy or my VIP ticket to Billy Strings; and they have been just as loyal to me.

And they have been duped .

And they deserve the truth.

And you can help.

Supporting Kamala was code for

“ I get it. I’m cool . I stand for all the PC trendy stuff, except don’t bring up genocide”.

She was like booking a reservation at a boutique hotel and her brand was SNL fun, but not Joe Rogan road tested.

She was like a lovely flower shop fronting for a mob hangout.

It wasn’t authentic or a sustainable choice.

You can’t run a campaign when your fundamental and only desperate message is “ ANYTHING is better than Trump”.

Because it’s not.

I think many things are better than Trump , but Kamala wasn’t it.

And in fact the thing that most of us want , including me even in my very jaded and cynical state of mind, wasn’t even close to being on the menu, although Jill Stein was a decent humanitarian choice .

There is no redemption in this two party system .

You know it.

What I really want, though no one asked, is a blend of anarchist ideology, complete human sovereignty, blended with a matriarchal society of wise healers who know how to heal using the power of the earth .

But that’s a different timeline.

As I mentioned , I have an angle for you that I think will be a hot topic as this next administration tears apart the military industrial complex and splays open all the ugly that’s been hiding in the left wing shadows. I’m picking on you because we share things ; like a film festival, Detroit Lions and shitty water in Flint and an incessant need to expose bullshit.

Now is your biggest chance ever.

As I said . Let’s do lunch . It’s on me.

In solidarity, Jade.