You can never go home again

So it seems like Lovecraft is big these days. Is that just me?

Also, what the heck has been going on the US? I’ve only been living abroad for eight years, but it seems like a completely different culture there now. Cops shooting disabled people, unschooling, a wall on the Mexican border. I know that the media is telling a slanted view of life in my home country, but things seem to have gotten dark fast. Poison in the water supply. Cars programmed to kill.  The voices coming from the boreholes in Williston. Bedbugs.

I know that when I lived in the US, I saw weird stuff all the time, but the normal details of daily life tended to counterbalance things like sentient corporations and advocates for cooking and eating the rich. Hardly anyone actually got eaten, anyway. But from a distance, yeah, it looks weird when there’s a real political party centered around a Lizard Person. Yes, yes, there is a European Lizard Party, too, but nobody pays attention to them. And has anyone heard anything from Nebraska in the last three years? Since the pyramid thing, I mean.

I guess I’ll be in for some culture shock when I go back home this summer. I don’t think I’ll have any trouble cleansing my overself in the inverted pyramid of airport security, and I’ll need traveler’s insurance, but what’ll I do if one of my friends invites me to a Forbidden Conclave? Those didn’t used to be a thing, and I don’t usually carry that many cuttlefish on me!

Now, I know I’ve pissed off half of my readers. I don’t usually like to get political on my blog. And I’m not really serious. Of course I love my country. Hand to my heart: Iä-R’lyeh! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä!