A Return to Ranting with Death Certificates, Book Bans, and the Worst AI Image Ever

I have been rant-free for far too long

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It’s been exactly two months since I gave up ranting for Lent, and what a hard 60 days it has been. My plan was to jump back into it the day after Easter, but then Pope Francis died, and coming as it did less than a week after my stepfather passed, it seem wrong to not let at least another couple of weeks go by before I started screaming into the void again. Those weeks have now passed, and it’s time.

What I did not expect was how hard it would be to pick up the poisoned pen again after so long away. There have been so many rant-worthy subjects since March that I don’t even know where to begin. When Donald Trump was first elected in 2016, my late sister said it would be good for writers, painters, etc., because artists always thrive under the occupation. She might feel differently if she had lived to see Trump: The Sequel.

I decided the best way to ease back in was to do the things I did a few years ago when the Sunday rant was a regular feature here on Blow Your Stack. A little Bailey’s Irish Cream in the morning coffee was a must, but I’m out of Bailey’s and the nearest liquor store is 25 miles away, so I had to settle for Wild Turkey; it’s really far too early in the morning for Wild…